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from Roxy Music - Roxy Music (1972)
Oh I was moved by your screen dream Celluloid pictures of living Your death could not kill our love for you Take two people - romantic Smoky nightclub situation Your cigarette traces a ladder Here's looking at you kid Celebrate years Here's looking at you kid Wipe away tears Long time, since we're together Now I hope it's forever Ideal love flies away now White jacket, mmmn, black tie wings too You gave her away to the hero Words don't express my meaning Notes could not spell out the score But finding not keeping's the lesson Here's looking at you kid Hard to forget Here's looking at you kid At least not yet Your memory stays It lingers ever Will fade away never |
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from Roxy Music - Roxy Music (1972)
At last the crimson chord cascade To shower dry cordials within Too late to leap the chocolate gate Pale fountains fizzing forth pink gin While destiny begins to fly The farmyard chorus sings its wake Upstanding anthem to the sky Too soon to realise their fate You were the raven of October I knew the sign you flew around Up in the air so high above me Never needed to look down I never thought I'd be a rover I didn't even look around But now I know you've found another So will someone please find me Give now the host his claret cup And watch Madeira's farewell drink Note his reaction acid sharp Should make the cognoscenti think |
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from Roxy Music - Roxy Music (1972)
I never thought I'd seen you again Where have you been until now' Well how are you' how have you been' It's a long time since we last met It seems like yesterday when I First saw you in your red dress smile How could I forget that day I know that time spent well is so rare |
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from Roxy Music - Roxy Music (1972)
If there is something that I might find Look around corners Try to find peace of mind I say Where would you go if you were me Try to keep a straight course not easy Somebody special looking at me A certain reaction we find What should it try to be I mean If there are many Meaning the same Be specific just a game I would do anything for you I would climb mountains I would swim all the oceans blue I would walk a thousand miles Reveal my secrets More than enough for me to share I would put roses round our door Sit in the garden Growing potatoes by the score Shake your hair girl with your ponytail Takes me right back (when you were young) Throw your precious gifts into the air Watch them fall down (when you were young) Lift up your feet and put them on the ground You used to walk upon (when you were young) Lift up your feet and put them on the ground The hills were higher (when we were young) Lift up your feet and put them on the ground The trees were taller (when you were young) Lift up your feet and put them on the ground The grass was greener (when you were young) Lift up your feet and put them on the ground You used to walk upon (when you were young) |
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from Roxy Music - Roxy Music (1972)
You've got me girl on the run around run around You've got me all around town You've got me girl on the run around And it's getting me down, getting me down Lady if you want to find a lover Then you look no further For I'm gonna be your only Searching at the start of the season And my only reason Is that I'll get to you I'll find some way of connection Hiding my intention Then I'll move up close to you I'll use you and I'll confuse you And the I'll lose you Still you won't suspect me |
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from Roxy Music - Roxy Music (1972)
I've been thinking now for a long time How to go my own separate way It's a shame to think about yesterday, It's a shame Now that we are lonely Life seems to get hard Alone what a word - lonely Alone it makes me cry Thought-train set in motion Wheels in and around Express our emotion Tracks up, then it cracks down We've been running round in our present state Hoping help would come from above But even angels there make the same mistakes In love |
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from Roxy Music - Roxy Music (1972)
I dreamed last night about your face Your star shone all night Over the moon it shone brighter Star shining so bright You were so pure not for this world So gentle and light How could I hear their stories' They told me not right Too many times beautiful Too many times sad Too many times wonderful Too bad [Spoken:] "But when the party was over, and all was quiet and still, We walked together in moonlight and looked down over the calm lake, Hand in hand, the stars in our eyes." So in my dream you still loved me Gave time reason last night But this was only life's story Made simple that's right |
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from Roxy Music - Roxy Music (1972)
Make me a deal and make it straight
All signed and sealed, I´ll take it To Robert E. Lee I´ll show it I hope and pray he don´t blow it ´cause We´ve been around a long time just try try try tryin´ to Make the big time... Take me on a roller coaster Take me for an airplane ride Take me for a six days wonder but don´t you Don´t you throw my pride aside besides What´s real and make believe Baby Jane´s in Acapulco We are flyin´ down to Rio Throw me a line I´m sinking fast Clutching at straws can´t make it Havana sound we´re trying hard edge the hipster jiving Last picture shows down the drive-in You´re so sheer you´re so chic Teenage rebel of the week Flavours of the mountain steamline Midnight blue casino floors Dance the cha-cha through till sunrise Open up exclusive doors oh wow! Just like flamingos look the same So me and you, just we two got to search for something new Far beyond the pale horizon Some place near the desert strand Where my Studebaker takes me That´s where I´ll make my stand but wait Can´t you see that Holzer mane? What´s her name Virginia Plain |
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from Roxy Music - Roxy Music (1972)
Would you believe in what I do When the things that I make are all for you' And in a while I'll come to you Showing showing why what I think will all come true Well I'm sure I'll love you all my life And in the morning too Everything you have is out of sight But baby I can see through you And in a while I'll come to you Showing showing why what I think will all come true Would, would you believe in what I do When the things that I make are all for you' |
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from Roxy Music - For Your Pleasure (1973)
Valerie please believe it never could work out
The time to make plans has passed faded away Oooh the way you look makes my starry eyes shiver Then I look away too much for one day One thing we share is an ideal of beauty Treasure so rare that even devils might care Your swimming pool eyes in sea breezes they flutter The coconut tears heavy lidded they shed Swaying palms at your feet you're the pride of your street While you worship the sun summer lover of fun Gold number with neighbours who said that you'll go far Maybe someday be a star a fast mover like you And your dreams will all come true ... All of my hope and my inspiration I drew from you our life's patterns drawn in sand But the winds could not erase the memory of your face Deep in the night plying very strange cargo Our soul ships pass by solo trips to the stars in the sky Gliding so far that the eye cannot follow Where do they go? We'll never know |
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from Roxy Music - For Your Pleasure (1973)
(Ferry)
There's a new sensation A fabulous creation A danceable solution To teenage revolution Do the Strand love When you feel love It's the new way That's why we say Do the Strand Do it on the tables Quaglino's place or Mabel's Slow and gentle Sentimental All styles served here Louis Seize he prefer Laissez-faire Le Strand Tired of the tango Fed up with fandango Dance on moonbeams Slide on rainbows In furs or blue jeans You know what I mean Do the Strand Had your fill of Quadrilles The Madison and cheap thrills Bored with the Beguine The samba isn't your scene They're playing our tune By the pale moon We're incognito Down the Lido And we like the Strand Arabs at oasis Eskimos and Chinese If you feel blue Look through Who's Who See La Goulue And Nijinsky Do the Strandsky Weary of the Waltz And mashed potato schmaltz Rhododendron Is a nice flower Evergreen It lasts forever But it can't beat Strand power The Sphynx and Mona Lisa Lolita and Guernica Did the Strand |
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from Roxy Music - For Your Pleasure (1973)
Well I'm here looking through an old picture frame Just waiting for the perfect view I hope something special will step in to my life Another fine edition of you A pin-up done in shades of blue Sometimes you find a yearning for the quiet life The country air and all its joys But badgers couldn't compensate at twice the price For just another night with the boys oh yeah And boys will be boys, will be boys They say love's a gamble, hard to win, easy lose And while sun shines you'd better make hay So if life is your table and fate is the wheel Then let the chips fall where they may In modern times the modern way And as I was drifting past the Lorelei I heard those slinky sirens wail - whooo So look out sailor when you hear them croon You'll never been the same again oh no Their crazy music drives you insane - this way So love, leave me. do what you will -Who knows what tomorrow might bring' Learn from your mistakes is my only advice And stay cool is still the main rule Don't play yourself for a fool Too much cheesecake too soon Old money's better than new No mention in the latest Tribune And don't let this happen to you |
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from Roxy Music - For Your Pleasure (1973)
For your pleasure
In our present state Part false part true Like anything We present ourselves The words we use tumble All over your shoulder Gravel hard and loose There all night lying With your dark horse hiding Abhorring such extremes ... You’re rubbing shoulders With the stars at night Shining so bright Getting older But you'll wake up soon And fight In the morning Things you worried about Last night Will seem lighter I hope things Will turn out right Old man Through every step a change You watch me walk away Tara tara.... |
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from Roxy Music - For Your Pleasure (1973)
Blue suns and grey lagoons
Silver starfish with honeymoons All these and more to choose If you Satin teardrops on velvet lights Morning sickness on Friday nights Heaven knows what others I might bring To you Broken partings making strange goodbyes Hopeless cases with fake alibis Even hoping will be there to share With you (Repeat) Blue suns and grey lagoons Grey lagoons Grey lagoons |
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from Roxy Music - For Your Pleasure (1973)
In every dream home a heartache
And every step I take Takes me further from heaven Is there a heaven? I`d like to think so Standards of living They're rising daily But home oh sweet home It's only a saying From bell push to faucet In smart town apartment The cottage is pretty The main house a palace Penthouse perfection But what goes on What to do there Better pray there Open plan living Bungalow ranch style All of its comforts Seem so essential I bought you mail order My plain wrapper baby Your skin is like vinyl The perfect companion You float my new pool Deluxe and delightful Inflatable doll My role is to serve you Disposable darling Can't throw you away now Immortal and life size My breath is inside you I'll dress you up daily And keep you till death sighs Inflatable doll Lover ungrateful I blew up your body But you blew my mind Oh heartache, dream home heartache Oh heartache, dream home heartache Oh heartache, dream home heartache Oh heartache, dream home heartache |
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from Roxy Music - For Your Pleasure (1973)
Before I die I'll write this letter Here are the secrets you must know Until the cloak of evening shadow Changes to mantle of the dawn Will it be sunny then I wonder' Rolling and turning How can I sleep' Hold on till morning What if I fall' Over the hills and down the valleys Soaring aloft and far below Lying on stony ground the fragments Truth is the seed we tried to sow Marking the time spent on our journey There isn't much we have to show Counting the cost in money only Strikes me as funny don't you know' Tongue tied the thread of conversation Weighing the words one tries to use Nevertheless communication This is the gift you must not lose Hauling me always are the voices Tell us are you ready now' Sometimes I wonder if they're real We're ready to receive you now Or is it my own imagination' Have you any more to say' Guilt is a wound that's hard to heal It's a cross you have to bear Could it be evil thoughts become me Tell us what you're thinking now Some things are better left unsaid Magical moment The spell it is breaking There is no light here Is there no key' |
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from Roxy Music - For Your Pleasure (1973)
The bogus man is on his way As fast as he can run He's tired but he'll get to you And shoot you with his gun Focussed his mind On something he cared about But it came out a shout Just like before The bogus man is at your heels Now clutching at your coat You must be quick now hurry up He's scratching at your throat Concealed his doubt By skilful evasion But he couldn't find out About deception The bogus man is on his way As fast as he can run He's tired but he'll get to you And show you lots of fun |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the water Look at her laughing Like a heifer to the slaughter Baby's on fire And all the laughing boys are bitching Waiting for photos Oh the plot is so bewitching Rescuers row row Do your best to change the subject Blow the wind blow blow Lend some assistance to the object Photographers snip snap Take your time she's only burning This kind of experience Is necessary for her learning If you'll be my flotsam I could be half the man I used to They said you were hot stuff And that's what Baby's been reduced to... Juanita and Juan Very clever with maraccas Making their fortunes Selling second-hand tobaccoes Juan dances at Chico's And when the clients are evicted He empties the ashtrays And pockets all that he's collected But Baby's on fire! And all the instruments agree that Her temperature's rising But any idiot would know that. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Baby's On Fire
Better throw her in the water Look at her laughing Like a heifer to the slaughter Baby's On Fire And all the laughing boys are bitching Waiting for photos Oh the plot is so bewitching Rescuers row, row Do your best to change the subject Blow the wind blow, blow Lend some assistance to the object Photographers snip-snap Take your time she's only burning This kind of experience Is necessary for her learning If you'd be my flotsam I could be half the man I used to They said you were hot stuff And that's what baby's been reduced to Juanita and Juan Very clever with maracas Making their fortune Selling second-hand tobaccos Juan dances at Chico's And when the clients are addicted He empties their ashtrays And pockets all that he's collected But baby's on fire And all the instruments agree that Her temperature's rising But any idiot would know that Bitter-Sweet Andy Mackay And Brian Ferry Well this is such A sad affair I've opened up my heart So many times But now it's closed Oh my dear Every salted tear It wrings Bitter-sweet applause But when the show's in full swing Every once in a while High stepping chorus lines Mean I'm forgetting Mein lullaby - liebchen How rich in contrast Love can be Sometimes I'm quite amused To see it twist and turn To taste - both sweet and dry These vintage years! Lovers you consume, my friend As others their wine Nein, dass ist nicht Das Ende der Welt Gestrandet an Leben und Kunst Und das Spiel geht weiter Wie man weiss Noch viele Schoenste ... Wiedersehn And now, as you turn to leave You try to force a smile - As if to compensate - Then you break down and cry |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Blank Frank is the messenger of your doom and your destruction
Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing And he is one who will look at you sideways His particular skill is leaving bombs in people's driveways. Blank Frank has a memory that's as cold as an iceberg The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs Blank Frank is the siren, he's the air-raid, he's the crater He's on the menu, on the table, he's the knife and he's the waiter |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Blank Frank is the messenger of your doom and your destruction
Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing And he is one who will look at you sideways His particular skill is leaving bombs in people's driveways. Blank Frank has a memory that's as cold as an iceberg The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs Blank Frank is the siren, he's the air-raid, he's the crater He's on the menu, on the table, he's the knife and he's the waiter |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Cindy tells me, the rich girls are weeping
Cindy tells me, they've given up sleeping alone And now they're so confused by their new freedoms And she tells me they're selling up their maisonettes Left the Hotpoints to rust in the kitchenettes And they're saving their labour for insane reading. Some of them lose - and some of them lose But that's what they want - and that's what they choose It's a burden - such a burden Oh what a burden to be so relied on. Cindy tell me, what will they do with their lives Living quietly like labourer's wives Perhaps they'll re-acquire those things they've all disposed of. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Cindy tells me, the rich girls are weeping
Cindy tells me, they've given up sleeping alone And now they're so confused by their new freedoms And she tells me they're selling up their maisonettes Left the Hotpoints to rust in the kitchenettes And they're saving their labour for insane reading. Some of them lose - and some of them lose But that's what they want - and that's what they choose It's a burden - such a burden Oh what a burden to be so relied on. Cindy tell me, what will they do with their lives Living quietly like labourer's wives Perhaps they'll re-acquire those things they've all disposed of. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Oh cheeky cheeky
Oh naughty sneeky You're so perceptive and I wonder how you knew. But these finks don't walk too well A bad sense of direction And so they stumble round in threes Such a strange collection. Oh you headless chicken Can those poor teeth take so much kicking? You're always so charming As you peck your way up there. And these finks don't dress too well No discrimination To be a zombie all the time Requires such dedication. Oh please, sir will you let it go by 'Cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied In my place the stuff is all there I've been ever so sad for a very long time My my they wanted the works can you this and that I never got a letter back More fool me bless my soul More fool me bless my soul. Oh perfect masters They thrive on disasters They all look so harmless Till they find there way up there. But dead finks don't talk too well They've got a shaky sense of diction It's not so much a living hell It's just a dying fiction. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Oh cheeky cheeky
Oh naughty sneeky You're so perceptive and I wonder how you knew. But these finks don't walk too well A bad sense of direction And so they stumble round in threes Such a strange collection. Oh you headless chicken Can those poor teeth take so much kicking? You're always so charming As you peck your way up there. And these finks don't dress too well No discrimination To be a zombie all the time Requires such dedication. Oh please, sir will you let it go by 'Cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied In my place the stuff is all there I've been ever so sad for a very long time My my they wanted the works can you this and that I never got a letter back More for me bless my soul More for me bless my soul. Oh perfect masters They thrive on disasters They all look so harmless Till they find there way up there. But dead finks don't talk too well They've got a shaky sense of diction It's not so much a living hell It's just a dying fiction. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Ohohohohohohoh oh
Doo doo doo doo doo doo dah I'll be there Oh driving me backwards Kids like me gotta be crazy Moving me forwards Perhaps you think that I'm lazy Meet my relations All of them grinning like facepacks Such sweet inspiration Curl me up, a flag in an icecap Now I've found a sweetheart Treats me good, just like an armchair I try to think about nothing Difficult, I'm most temperamental I gave up my good living Typical I'm most sentimental Ah Luana's black reptiles Sliding round make chemical choices And she responds as expected To the only sound, hysterical voices And you are driving me backwards Kids like me gotta be crazzzzzy i-i-i-i-i-i-i doo doo doo dodoo dodah I'll be there. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Ohohohohohohoh oh
Doo doo doo doo doo doo dah I'll be there. Oh driving me backwards Kids like me Gotta be crazy Moving me forwards You must think that I'm lazy Meet my relations All of them Grinning like facepacks Such sweet inspirations Curl me up A flag in an icecap Now I've found a sweetheart Treats me good just like an armchair I try to think about nothing Difficult I'm most temperamental I gave up my good living Typical I'm almost sentimental Ah Luana's black reptiles Sliding around Make chemical choices And she responds as expected To the only sound Hysterical voices And you - you're driving me backwards Kids like me have gotta be crazzzzzy i-i-i-i-i-i-i doo doo doo dodoo dodah I'll be there |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
[...Inaudible...]
[Further] we make claims on [our teas] [Dawn inner here] for we've nowhere to be Nowhere to be Nowhere to be [Father stains], we're all on our knees Down on our words and we've nothing to be Nothing to be Nothing to be Further down we're all on our [sails] [Paid to upheed] though we've nothing these days Nothing these days Nothing these days [Further still, their stall in a daze] We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say Nothing to say Nothing to say... |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
[...Inaudible...]
[Further] we make claims on [our teas] [Dawn inner here] for we've nowhere to be Nowhere to be Nowhere to be [Father stains], we're all on our knees Down on our words and we've nothing to be Nothing to be Nothing to be Further down we're all on our [sails] [Paid to upheed] though we've nothing these days Nothing these days Nothing these days [Further still, their stall in a daze] We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say Nothing to say Nothing to say... |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Those who know
They don't let it show They just give you one long life And you go, oh oh, oh oh Goes to show How winds blow The weather's fine And I feel so so-so, so Birds of prey With too much to say Oh what could be my destiny Another rainy day Why ask why? For by the by and by All mysteries are just more Needles in the camel's eye |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Those who know They don't let it show They just give you one long glance And you'll go oh, oh, oh, oh. Goes to show How winds blow The weather's fine And I feel so, so, so, so, so. Birds of Prey With too much to say Oh what could be my destiny Another rainy day. Why ask why For by the by and by, All mysteries are just more Needles in the camel's eye. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Given the chance
I'll die like a baby On some far away beach When the season's over. Unlikely I'll be remembered As the tide brushes sand in my eyes I'll drift away. Cast up on a plateau With only one memory A single syllable Oh lie low lie low. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
Given the chance
I'll die like a baby On some far away beach When the season's over. Unlikely I'll be remembered As the tide brushes sand in my eyes I'll drift away. Cast up on a plateau With only one memory A single syllable Oh lie low lie low. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
People come and go and forget to close the door
And they leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floor And when they do, remember me, remember me. Some of them are old, some of them are new Some of them will turn up when you least expect them to And when they do, remember me, remember me. Lucy you're my girl, Lucy you're a star Lucy please be still and put your madness in a jar But do beware, it will follow you, it will follow you. Some of them are old but it would help if you could smile To earn a crooked sixpence you'll walk many crooked miles And as you do, remember me, remember me. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
People come and go and forget to close the door And they leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floor And when they do, remember me, remember me. Some of them are old, some of them are new Some of them will turn up when you least expect them to And when they do, remember me, remember me. Lucy you're my girl, Lucy you're a star Lucy please be still and put your madness in a jar But do beware, it will follow you, it will follow you. Some of them are old but it would help if you could smile To earn a crooked sixpence you'll walk many crooked miles And as you do, remember me, remember me. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
My, my, my, we're treating each other just like strangers
I can ignore the significance of these changes But you can't treat it lightly, and you'll have to face the consequences All my worst fears are grounded You have to make the choice between the Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me (no, no, no). By this time I got to looking for a kind of substitute I can't tell you who I found, except that it rhymes with dissolute But my baby's so lazy, she is almost unable, and it's driving me crazy And her loving's just a fable that we try, with passion, to recall Send for an ambulance or an accident investigator He's breathing like a furnace So I'll see you later, alligator He'll set the sheets on fire Mmm, quite a burning lover Now he'll barbeque your kitten He is just another learner lover You have to make the choice between the Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me. |
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from Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets (1974)
My, my, my, we're treating each other just like strangers
I can ignore the significance of these changes But you can't treat it lightly, and you'll have to face the consequences All my worst fears are grounded You have to make the choice between the Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me (no, no, no). By this time I got to looking for a kind of substitute I can't tell you who I found, except that it rhymes with dissolute But my baby's so lazy, she is almost unable, and it's driving me crazy And her loving's just a fable that we try, with passion, to recall Send for an ambulance or an accident investigator He's breathing like a furnace So I'll see you later, alligator He'll set the sheets on fire Mmm, quite a burning lover Now he'll barbeque your kitten He is just another learner lover You have to make the choice between the Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me. |
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from Cool World (쿨 월드) by Mark Isham [ost] (1992)
When all the worlds are lost in snow
I have to move this meaning through; Disperse the force so far engendered All near the steam and summer view And then... remain. Where steeples crash in fire and thunder, Where sheets of steel obscure the land, Where word and sense are torn asunder: Here was the place I chose to stand. Just when I think I'm going under, I... remain. Well all the waves of spin are foaming, And fake muezzin steam and brew, Formed in the fire of all their longings(?) This is the way I took it through, Just when I think I'm going under. This is the way I thought it through; This is the way I took it under... |
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from Brian Eno - Desert Island Selection (1994)
These are your orders, seems like it's do it or die
So please read them closely When you've learnt them be sure that you eat them up They're specially flavoured with burgundy, Tizer and rye Twelve sheets of foolscap, don't ask me why. We hit the jungle just as it starts to monsoon Our maps showed no rainfall All the boys were depressed by this circumstance Trust in the weather to bless agricultural man Who gives birth to more farmhands, don't ask me why. Fifteen was chosen because he was dumb Seven because he was blind I got the job because I was so mean While somehow appearing so kind Drifting about through the cauliflower trees With a cauliflower ear for the birds The Squadron assembled what senses they had And this is the sound that they heard Back at headquarters khaki decisions are made File under 'Futile', that should give you its main point of reference It's all so confusing, what with pythons and then deadly flies But to them it's a picnic, don't ask me why. Thirteen was chosen because of his luck Eleven because of his feet One got signed up for exceptional pluck Another because he was mute Roaming about through the gelatin swamps With a gelatin eye on the stripes The Squadron assembled what senses they had And this is the sound that they heard Back in Blighty there was you There were milkmen every morning But/Fuck these endless shiny trees Never used to be that way. |
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from Brian Eno - Desert Island Selection (1994)
Rosalie
I've been waiting all evening Possibly years I don't know Counting the passing hours Everything merges with the night I stand on the beach Giving out descriptions Different for everyone I see Since I just can't remember Longer than last September. Santiago Under the volcano Floats like a cushion on the sea Yet I can never sleep here Everything ponders in the night. Rosalie We've been talking all summer Picking the straw from our clothes See how the breeze has softened Everything pauses in the night. |
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from Brian Eno - Desert Island Selection (1994)
Here he comes
The boy who tried to vanish to the future or past Is no longer here with his sad blue eyes Here he comes He floated away and as he rose above reason He rose above the clouds; he was seven feet high Here he comes The night is like a glove and he's floating like a dove That catches the wind in the deep blue sky Here he comes The boy who tried to vanish to another time Is no longer here with his sad blue eyes Here he comes Here he comes Here he comes The boy who tried to vanish to another place Sees us following him all one at a time Here he comes And we're checking out each other's supplies And looking at the eyes of all the others standing in the line Here he comes The night is like a glove and he's floating like a dove With his deep blue eyes in the deep blue sky Here he comes The boy who tried to vanish to the future or past Is no longer alone among the dragonflies Here he comes Here he comes Who will remember him? Who will remember him? |
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from Brian Eno - Desert Island Selection (1994)
I'll find a place somewhere in the corner
I'm gonna waste the rest of my days Just watching patiently from the window Just waiting seasons change, some day Oh, oh, my dreams will pull you through that garden gate I want to be the wandering sailor We're silhouettes by the light of the moon I sit playing solitaire by the window Just waiting seasons change, ah, ah You'll see, one day, these dreams will pull you through my door And I'll come running to tie your shoe And I'll come running to tie your shoe |
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from Brian Eno - Desert Island Selection (1994)
I am on an open sea
Just drifting as the hours go slowly by Julie with her open blouse Is gazing up into the empty sky. Now it seems to be so strange here Now it's so blue The still sea is darker than before... No wind disturbs our coloured sail The radio is silent, so are we Julie's head is on her arm Her fingers brush the surface of the sea. Now I wonder if we'll be seen here Or if time has left us all alone The still sea is darker than before... |
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from Brian Eno - Desert Island Selection (1994)
Given the chance
I'll die like a baby On some far away beach When the season's over. Unlikely I'll be remembered As the tide brushes sand in my eyes I'll drift away. Cast up on a plateau With only one memory A single syllable Oh lie low lie low. |
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from Brian Eno - Desert Island Selection (1994)
Brown Eyes and I were tired
We had walked and we had scrambled Through the moors and through the briars Through the endless blue meanders In the blue August moon In the cool August moon Over the nights and through the fires We went surging down the wires Through the towns and on the highways Through the storms in all their thundering In the blue August moon In the cool August moon Well we rested in a desert Where the bones were white as teeth, sir And we saw St. Elmo's Fire Splitting ions in the ether In the blue August moon In the cool August moon |
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from Brian Eno - Desert Island Selection (1994)
We climbed and we climbed,
Oh, how we climbed My, how we climbed Over the stars to (the) top (Of) Tiger Mountain Forcing the lines through the snow. |
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from Brian Eno - More Blank Than Frank (1994) | |||||
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from Brian Eno - More Blank Than Frank (1994)
These are your orders, seems like it's do it or die
So please read them closely When you've learnt them be sure that you eat them up They're specially flavoured with burgundy, Tizer and rye Twelve sheets of foolscap, don't ask me why. We hit the jungle just as it starts to monsoon Our maps showed no rainfall All the boys were depressed by this circumstance Trust in the weather to bless agricultural man Who gives birth to more farmhands, don't ask me why. Fifteen was chosen because he was dumb Seven because he was blind I got the job because I was so mean While somehow appearing so kind Drifting about through the cauliflower trees With a cauliflower ear for the birds The Squadron assembled what senses they had And this is the sound that they heard Back at headquarters khaki decisions are made File under 'Futile', that should give you its main point of reference It's all so confusing, what with pythons and then deadly flies But to them it's a picnic, don't ask me why. Thirteen was chosen because of his luck Eleven because of his feet One got signed up for exceptional pluck Another because he was mute Roaming about through the gelatin swamps With a gelatin eye on the stripes The Squadron assembled what senses they had And this is the sound that they heard Back in Blighty there was you There were milkmen every morning But/Fuck these endless shiny trees Never used to be that way. |
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from Brian Eno - More Blank Than Frank (1994)
Rosalie
I've been waiting all evening Possibly years I don't know Counting the passing hours Everything merges with the night I stand on the beach Giving out descriptions Different for everyone I see Since I just can't remember Longer than last September. Santiago Under the volcano Floats like a cushion on the sea Yet I can never sleep here Everything ponders in the night. Rosalie We've been talking all summer Picking the straw from our clothes See how the breeze has softened Everything pauses in the night. |
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from Brian Eno - More Blank Than Frank (1994)
Here he comes
The boy who tried to vanish to the future or past Is no longer here with his sad blue eyes Here he comes He floated away and as he rose above reason He rose above the clouds; he was seven feet high Here he comes The night is like a glove and he's floating like a dove That catches the wind in the deep blue sky Here he comes The boy who tried to vanish to another time Is no longer here with his sad blue eyes Here he comes Here he comes Here he comes The boy who tried to vanish to another place Sees us following him all one at a time Here he comes And we're checking out each other's supplies And looking at the eyes of all the others standing in the line Here he comes The night is like a glove and he's floating like a dove With his deep blue eyes in the deep blue sky Here he comes The boy who tried to vanish to the future or past Is no longer alone among the dragonflies Here he comes Here he comes Who will remember him? Who will remember him? |
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from Brian Eno - More Blank Than Frank (1994)
I'll find a place somewhere in the corner
I'm gonna waste the rest of my days Just watching patiently from the window Just waiting seasons change, some day Oh, oh, my dreams will pull you through that garden gate I want to be the wandering sailor We're silhouettes by the light of the moon I sit playing solitaire by the window Just waiting seasons change, ah, ah You'll see, one day, these dreams will pull you through my door And I'll come running to tie your shoe And I'll come running to tie your shoe |
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from Brian Eno - More Blank Than Frank (1994)
I am on an open sea
Just drifting as the hours go slowly by Julie with her open blouse Is gazing up into the empty sky. Now it seems to be so strange here Now it's so blue The still sea is darker than before... No wind disturbs our coloured sail The radio is silent, so are we Julie's head is on her arm Her fingers brush the surface of the sea. Now I wonder if we'll be seen here Or if time has left us all alone The still sea is darker than before... |
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from Brian Eno - More Blank Than Frank (1994)
It will shine and it will shudder
As I guide it with my rudder On its metaled ways It will cut the night before it As it leaves the day that saw it On its metaled ways Nobody passes us in the deep quiet of the dark sky Nobody sees us alone out here among the stars In these metal ways In these metal days In these metal ways In these metal days In these metal ways In these metal days In these metal ways In these metal days Through a fault of our designing We are lost among the windings Of these metal ways Back to silence back to minus With the purple sky behind us In these metal ways Nobody hears us when we're alone in the blue future No one receiving the radio's splintered waves In these metal ways In these metal days In these metal ways In these metal days In these metal ways In these metal days In these metal ways In these metal days In these metal ways In these metal days In these metal ways In these metal ways In these metal days |
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from Brian Eno - More Blank Than Frank (1994)
Given the chance
I'll die like a baby On some far away beach When the season's over. Unlikely I'll be remembered As the tide brushes sand in my eyes I'll drift away. Cast up on a plateau With only one memory A single syllable Oh lie low lie low. |
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from Brian Eno - More Blank Than Frank (1994)
Brown Eyes and I were tired
We had walked and we had scrambled Through the moors and through the briars Through the endless blue meanders In the blue August moon In the cool August moon Over the nights and through the fires We went surging down the wires Through the towns and on the highways Through the storms in all their thundering In the blue August moon In the cool August moon Well we rested in a desert Where the bones were white as teeth, sir And we saw St. Elmo's Fire Splitting ions in the ether In the blue August moon In the cool August moon |
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from Brian Eno - More Blank Than Frank (1994)
We climbed and we climbed,
Oh, how we climbed My, how we climbed Over the stars to (the) top (Of) Tiger Mountain Forcing the lines through the snow. |
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from Space Daze: The History & Mystery Of Electronic Ambient Space (1994)
[...Inaudible...]
[Further] we make claims on [our teas] [Dawn inner here] for we've nowhere to be Nowhere to be Nowhere to be [Father stains], we're all on our knees Down on our words and we've nothing to be Nothing to be Nothing to be Further down we're all on our [sails] [Paid to upheed] though we've nothing these days Nothing these days Nothing these days [Further still, their stall in a daze] We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say Nothing to say Nothing to say... |
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from Brian Eno - Music For Films (1995) | |||||
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