Brian Eno - Burning Airlines Give You So Much More
when i got back home i found a message on the door

sweet regina's gone to china crosslegged on the floor

of a burning jet that's smoothly flying

burning airlines give you so much more

how does she intend to live when she's in far cathay

i somehow can't imagine her just planting rice all day

maybe she will do a bit of spying

with microcameras hidden in her hair

i guess regina's on a plane a newsweek on her knees

while miles below the curlews call from strangely stunted trees

the painted sage sits just as though he's flying

regina's jet disturbs his wispy beard.

when you reach kyoto send a postcard if you can

and please convey my fond regards to chih-hao's girl yu-lan

i heard a rumour they were getting married

but someone left the papers in japan.

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Brian Eno - By This River
here we are stuck by this river

you and i underneath a sky

that's ever falling down down down

ever falling down

through the day as if on an ocean

waiting here always failing to remember

why we came came came

i wonder why we came

you talk to me as if from a distance

and i reply with impressions chosen

from another time time time

from another time.

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Brian Eno - China My China
in the haze of the morning, china sits on eternity

and the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities

on the horizon the curtains are closing

down in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their games

(like it seems they always have done)

in the blue distance the vertical offices bear their names

(like it seems they always have done)

clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up

these poor girls are such fun they know what god gave them fingers for

(to make percussion over solos)

china my china, i've wandered around and you're still here

(which i guess you should be proud of)

your walls have enclosed you, have kept you at home for thousands of years

(but there's something i should tell you)

all the young boys are dressing like sailors

i remember a man who jumped out from a window over the bay

(there was hardly a raised eyebrow)

the coroner told me 'this kind of thing happens every day'

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Brian Eno - Cindy Tells Me
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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Brian Eno - Come With Us
come with us.

learn the truth.

we will appear to you

from time to time.

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Brian Eno - Cordoba
a man was sleeping under a tree.

he wrote to me from cordoba.

after the theatre, we went to his house.

he's a very generous cordoban.

we waited at the door, but he didn't come.

according to his father, he's very ill.

there was a long line of cars

in front of me.

i came as soon as i could.

i left without paying, a suitcase under my arm.

i won't see you until sunday.

i'll come as soon as i can.

i'll meet you alone in the shoeshop near the bakery.

by the two-storey house/very pretty/like a villa.

the lift stops between two floors.

you start to walk towards the station.

i walk towards the bus.

we'll have to wait at the station.

leave the parcel on the top deck.

you start to walk towards the station.

i'll walk towards the bus.

you walk towards the station.

i'll walk towards the bus.

you walk towards the station.

i'll walk towards the bus.

you walk towards the station.

i'll walk towards the bus.

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Brian Eno - Crime In The Desert
crime and punishment in tuscon

back to normal in the sun

playing blackjack in the drive-in

shooting snake-eyes in the mud

and when the moonlight came out, we were gone, long gone.

they found a body on the race-track;

no identifying signs

in his pocket was a notebook

with a number inside

and guadalajara's just a few miles down the line.

she adored the broken-hearted

and those who showed her a bad time

they didn't care for her body

they took advantage of her mind.

so they took her ideas and they left her behind.

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Brian Eno - Dead Finks Don't Talk
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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Brian Eno - Driving Me Backwards
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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Brian Eno - Every Mother
something went badly wrong.



at first we didn't notice. we got used to bumping about together and stepping

on each other's toes. funny how that happens.



we felt it in different ways. some people thought they were getting bigger or

their skin was over-sensitive and they needed to insulate themselves with

something. but others felt squeezed, choked, and confined and sought open

spaces which they never found.



but the world was getting smaller and smaller. it was like a balloon going

down. everything getting tiny, brighter, more intense and squashed up together.

it was cluttered, uncomfortable - you couldn't find anywhere to sit down.



i was everybody's mother in nightly tears before the television news. my

children in floods, sackings and revolution. it was all going sour. it was all

going sour.



i was scrubbing individual stones on a huge beach. i was making sandwiches for

the whole of somalia. i was shouting 'fire!' in a thousand languages. i was

plugging a million dykes with my failing fingers. i was baking languages in a

million fires. i extended trillions of fine wires. i was scrubbing fingers upon

a beach in wales. i was firing nights...



i was suddenly very tired.



how do i miss you. really miss you.

(indecipherable)...

in one bigger bay

you gave all the frozen wind

you gave them away



set up, boy, set up

the boys set up for the show

no one who was there last night

gave out or ought to know



set up, boy

set up my boys

below that river bend

it's all that we take care of

it's all we have to show

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