DB's lyrics and vocals are featured on the track "Apartment Wrestling" from Dave Sitek's debut solo album Maximum Balloon, released on September 21st, 2010.


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LYRICS

There’s a dance I do when no one is looking
There’s a dance that leads to something bizarre
I know some say I’m overindulgent
There’s a dance I do when I’m in my car

Here comes that hurricane (oh… tell somebody, got somebody)
She’s movin’ this a way (oh…with somebody, help somebody)

There’s a steep hill, road kill, lookin’ it over
Raise an eyebrow, slow down, wooden ya know
Space ship, hand grip, pocket decoder
Wet naps, road maps, all over the floor

Taught myself apartment wrestling
Taught myself the way it’s done
Learned to dance among the shadows
Found a way to dance at home

Don’t turn my love away (ohh- tell somebody, got somebody)
We wrestle ev’ryday (ohh- with somebody, help somebody)

In a world so full of emotional garbage
It’s no wonder some folks go it alone
You can pile that shit from here to Alaska
That’s the reason I’ll be dancing at home

If you get an invitation
You don’t need to fix your hair
If you get it then you got it
Dancin’ in your underwear

Got to live a life of danger—got to dance where no one goes
Got to wrestle with my conscience—got to struggle in my soul

REVIEWS
Link to full text review/interview:

Album Review—Maximum Balloon
"There’s ‘Apartment Wrestling’, which manages to distill everything that makes David Byrne so compelling via its nervy rhythms and seconds-away-from-collapsing time signatures."
Priya Elan, NME, 20 September 2010

Track by track: Maximum Balloon—Dave Sitek
"David's been a huge influence on not just me but everyone else on this record. When I first heard what he'd done it blew my mind."
Dave Sitek as told to Sam Richards, The Guardian Online, 15 September 2010

Maximum Balloon Album Review
"A David Byrne collaboration, "Apartment Wrestling", which recalls David Bowie's "Fashion", is such a perfect imitation of the prickly, percussive funk of the Talking Heads (right down to the staccato horn bursts) that it transcends homage."
Rebecca Raber, Pitchfork, 9 August 2010


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