Cool Water
Talking Heads Lyrics


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Day by day
Whistle while you work
Our backs are breaking
Up from hollow earth
From end to end
The noise begins
In the human battle stations
And the big one's coming in

Work, work, work, work
Work till holes are filled
Work, work, work, work
Bags of bone and skin
Lovers hold hands
Tossing their heads
Tangled in hair
Tied to earth
With skin and glue

But their skin is the same as yours
Coming in for the world to see
They can sit at the table, too
The same blood as you and me

Speak very softly
Hold my hand
Someone is sleeping in my bed
Priests pass by
Worms crawl in
One dreams to be
One dream for all
His skin is the same as yours
Is he not made the same as you?
And some have fallen down
And blood spilled on the ground

Work, work,work
Till his life is done
The old man is at our door
And he's knocking...knocking
As his neighbors weep
Each day repeats
Are we nothing in your eyes?
Someone answer, someone answer
This rusted garden gate
Can barely even stand
Their work is over now
And rest will be at hand

Is their skin not the same as yours?
Can they sit at the table to drink
Cool water
Cool water




And his lungs are filled with rain...
And the water's rushing in...

Overall Meaning

The song "Cool Water" by Talking Heads, talks about the daily grind of human existence - the daily chores, the work that needs to be done to make ends meet, and the struggles that people go through to survive. The lyrics talk about holding hands, loving, and the inevitability of death, as represented by the old man who is knocking at the door. Despite the hardships and the struggles, people are all the same, their skin, blood and dreams are no different from anyone else's, and we are all connected to each other in some way.


The lyrics in the first verse depict the daily act of working hard and exhausting oneself. The line "From end to end, the noise begins, in the human battle stations" describes the daily struggle of people going to work, where they face new challenges every day. The chorus "Work, work, work, work, work till holes are filled, bags of bone and skin" talks about the physical labor that people go through every day, and how their bodies get weary from the effort. The lovers in the song are a contrast to the weariness, as the lines "Lovers hold hands, tossing their heads, tangled in hair, tied to earth with skin and glue" describe the love and connection between people that keeps us grounded.


The song's verses also share a political message. The lines "Is he not made the same as you?" and "Can they sit at the table to drink cool water?" are rhetorical questions aimed at people who might discriminate against others based on race, ethnicity, or occupations. The lyrics remind us that we are all equal and should be treated as such.


Line by Line Meaning

Day by day
Every day, without delay


Whistle while you work
Make the most of your daily grind with a positive outlook


Our backs are breaking
Our hard work is causing us immense physical strain


Up from hollow earth
Suggests something is coming or emerging from deep beneath the ground


From end to end
Beginning to end or all over


The noise begins
Speaks of the start of a noisy commotion


In the human battle stations
A place where people are involved in difficult and contentious situations


And the big one's coming in
A big event or occurrence is looming


Work, work, work, work
Repeated to emphasize the exhaustive nature of work


Work till holes are filled
Keep working hard until the job is done


Bags of bone and skin
Human beings are made up of nothing more than flesh and bone


Lovers hold hands
A romanticized image of love and affection


Tossing their heads
Gestures of excitement or joy


Tangled in hair
The lovers are enmeshed in each other's physicality


Tied to earth
Human beings with all their complexity are still tethered to the earth


With skin and glue
Our bodies are made up of skin, tissue and joints


But their skin is the same as yours
Everyone is equal regardless of physical appearance


Coming in for the world to see
Being seen, exposed, and treated as public property


They can sit at the table, too
Everyone deserves equal treatment and respect


The same blood as you and me
Human blood is of the same type


Speak very softly
Be gentle and kind in your approach


Hold my hand
Seeking warmth and comfort


Someone is sleeping in my bed
Suggests a loss or a sense of loneliness


Priests pass by
Religious figures in between good and evil


Worms crawl in
The inevitability of death and decay


One dreams to be
The desire to achieve something great or to change one's status in life


One dream for all
The collective desire of humanity for a better future


His skin is the same as yours
Once again emphasizing the notion of equality


Is he not made the same as you?
A rhetorical question asking for validation of the equal worth of every human being


And some have fallen down
Depicts the tragedy of lost lives


And blood spilled on the ground
Images of death and mortality


Work, work, work
Repetition once again emphasizes the toll hard work takes on people


Till his life is done
Working until your body can no longer function


The old man is at our door
A metaphor for death knocking at our door


And he's knocking...knocking
Reinforces the inevitability of death


As his neighbors weep
People are affected by death even if it's someone they don't know


Each day repeats
Life is cyclical and monotonous


Are we nothing in your eyes?
A question asking whether or not human life has any value


Someone answer, someone answer
A call for a response or a solution to the problem being discussed


This rusted garden gate
A symbolic representation of time and age


Can barely even stand
Reminds us of the frailty of human life


Their work is over now
The end of a person's life and their lifelong labors


And rest will be at hand
Implying that in death lies the promise of eternal rest


Is their skin not the same as yours?
The line repeats the earlier motif of equality


Can they sit at the table to drink
Again, emphasizes equal treatment for all regardless of race, gender, or economic status


Cool water
A symbol of something desirable or refreshing that people long for


And his lungs are filled with rain...
A metaphorical depiction of drowning or running out of time


And the water's rushing in...
The flow of time is relentless and inevitable




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CHRIS FRANTZ, DAVID BYRNE, JERRY HARRISON, TINA WEYMOUTH

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