David Byrne Lives Rent‑Free Inside of My Head

Some rhythms never leave the body.
Some videos never leave the mind.
Where the gesture ends, the resonance begins.
My poetic resonance.

That video, it calls to me,
It calls out to me, inevitably —
the way old currents call to dry riverbeds.
Same as it ever was, same as it always did.

Once in a Lifetime.
Always talking in my head.

That video, it calls out to me,
a motion half‑remembered from a life I never lived.
I reached out for it once again, same as I always did,
Same as I always would,
Same as I always will,
More than once in a lifetime.
Inside of my own talking head.

More than once in my lifetime.

That video, it calls to me,
and something in me answers, inevitably.
Same as it ever did,
Same as it always does,
the rhythm flows to me where I am.
Same as it ever did.
Same as it always does.
More than once in my lifetime.
Living in me, rent‑free.

Water flowing underground.

The rhythm rises inside of me,
The poetry floods me from within, deep.
There is water flowing underground,
Same as it always will be,
the kind that shapes a person, quietly.

There is water flowing underground.

The rhythm rises inside of me,
The poetry floods me from within, deep.
There is water flowing underground,
Same as it always will be,
the kind that shapes within me quietly.
There is water flowing underground,
I can hear the sound and the prose once again,
feel it tugging at the edges of my thoughts,
Inside of my talking head.
Same as it ever was,
Same as it always does,
Same as it always will be,
Always once again.

More than once in my lifetime.

Yes, I found it for myself, yet again.