Talking Heads, con su estilo único y experimental, dejó una marca indeleble en la historia de la música. Fundada en 1975 en Nueva York, el grupo se destacó rápidamente en la escena musical por su mezcla ecléctica de punk, rock, funk y ritmos africanos. La banda se compuso originalmente de David Byrne (voz y guitarra), Chris Frantz (batería), Tina Weymouth (bajo) y Jerry Harrison (teclados y guitarra).
David Byrne, Chris Frantz y Tina Weymouth se conocieron en la Rhode Island School of Design. Compartían intereses similares en arte y música, lo que los llevó a formar una banda llamada The Artistics. Sin embargo, al mudarse a Nueva York y para alinearse con la vibrante escena punk del CBGB, decidieron cambiar su nombre a Talking Heads.
El 8 de junio de 1975, Talking Heads debutó en CBGB como teloneros de los Ramones. Su actuación llamó la atención del crítico de música del The Village Voice, John Rockwell, quien elogió su frescura. Esta exposición les permitió firmar con Sire Records en 1976.
Su primer álbum, Talking Heads: 77, presentó al mundo su estilo inconfundible. El sencillo "Psycho Killer" se convirtió en un himno y ayudó a establecer su reputación como pioneros del nuevo sonido post-punk.
Lost my shape Tryin' to act casual!
Can't stop I might end up in the hospital
Changin' my shape I feel like an accident
They're back! To explain their experience
Isn't it weird Looks too obscure to me
Wasting away That was their policy
I'm ready to leave I push the facts in front of me
Facts lost Ya facts are never what they seem to be
There's nothing there! No information left of any kind
LLLifting my head L'L'Looking for danger signs
There was a line There was a formula
Sharp as a knife Facts cut a hole in us
There was a line There was a formula
Sharp as a knife Facts cut a hole in us
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
The feeling returns Whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head looking around inside
The island of doubt It's like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight Got the message from the oxygen
M'M'Making a list Find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right Facts are useful in emergencies
The feeling returns Whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head Looking around inside.
Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting I..I..I'm still waiting