Brian Eno Discography

Discography:
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Here Come the Warm Jets, 1974
Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy), 1974
Another Green World, 1975
Discreet Music, 1975
Ambient 1: Music for Airports, 1978
Music for Films, 1978
My Life in the Bush of Ghosts, 1981
Apollo, 1983
Begegnungen II, 1985
Thursday Afternoon, 1985
Wrong Way Up, 1990
Nerve Net, 1992
Neroli, 1993
The Drop, 1997
Another Day on Earth, 2005
Small Craft on a Milk Sea, 2010
Drums Between the Bells, 2011

Track Listings:
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Here Come the Warm Jets
 Needles in the Camel's Eye (Eno, Phil Manzanera)
 The Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch
 Baby's on Fire
 Cindy Tells Me (Eno, Manzanera)
 Driving Me Backwards
 On Some Faraway Beach
 Blank Frank (Eno, Robert Fripp)
 Dead Finks Don't Talk (arr. Paul Thompson, Busta Jones, Nick Judd, Eno)
 Some of Them Are Old
 Here Come the Warm Jets

Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy)
 Burning Airlines Give You So Much More
 Back in Judy's Jungle
 The Fat Lady of Limbourg
 Mother Whale Eyeless
 The Great Pretender
 Third Uncle (Eno, arr. Brian Turrington)
 Put a Straw Under Baby
 The True Wheel (Eno, Phil Manzanera)
 China My China
 Taking Tiger Mountain

Another Green World
 Sky Saw
 Over Fire Island
 St. Elmo's Fire
 In Dark Trees
 The Big Ship
 I'll Come Running
 Another Green World
 Sombre Reptiles
 Little Fishes
 Golden Hours
 Becalmed
 Zawinul/Lava
 Everything Merges with the Night
 Spirits Drifting

Discreet Music
 Discreet Music
 Fullness of Wind
 French Catalogues
 Brutal Ardour
  (the last 3 are variations on Pachelbel's Canon)

Ambient 1: Music for Airports
 1/1 (Acoustic and electric piano; synthesizer)
 2/1 (Vocals; synthesizer)
 1/2 (Vocals; acoustic piano)
 2/2 (Synthesizer only)

Music for Films
 Aragon
 From the Same Hill
 Inland Sea
 Two Rapid Formations
 Slow Water
 Sparrowfall 1
 Sparrowfall 2
 Sparrowfall 3
 Alternative 3
 Quartz
 Events in Dense Fog
 There Is Nobody
 Patrolling Wire Borders
 A Measured Room
 Task Force
 M386
 Strange Light (Eno, Frith)
 Final Sunset

My Life in the Bush of Ghosts
 America Is Waiting (arr. Eno, Byrne, Laswell, Wright, Van Tieghem)
 Mea Culpa
 Regiment (Eno, Byrne, Michael "Busta Cherry" Jones)
 Help Me Somebody
 The Jezebel Spirit
 Qu'ran
 Moonlight in Glory
 The Carrier
 A Secret Life
 Come with Us
 Mountain of Needles
 Very, Very Hungry

Apollo
  Under Stars (Brian Eno, Daniel Lanois)
  The Secret Place (Daniel Lanois, arranged Brian Eno)
  Matta (Brian Eno)
  Signals (Brian Eno, Daniel Lanois)
  An Ending (Ascent) (Brian Eno)
  Under Stars II (Brian Eno, Daniel Lanois)
  Drift (Roger Eno, Brian Eno)
  Silver Morning (Daniel Lanois)
  Deep Blue Day (Brian Eno, Daniel Lanois, Roger Eno)
  Weightless (Brian Eno, Daniel Lanois, Roger Eno)
  Always Returning (Brian Eno, Roger Eno)
  Stars (Brian Eno, Daniel Lanois)

Begegnungen II
 Conditionierer (Moebius & Plank)
 Speed Display (Moebius-Plank-Neumeier)
 Mr. Livingstone (Roedelius)
 Broken Head (Eno-Moebius-Roedelius)
 Langer Atem (Roedelius)
 Hasenheide (Dieter Moebius)
 Es War Einmal (Cluster)
 Fur Luise (Cluster and Eno)

Thursday Afternoon, 1985
 Thursday Afternoon

Wrong Way Up (w/John Cale)
 Lay My Love
 One Word
 In the Backroom
 Empty Frame
 Cordoba
 Spinning Away
 Footsteps
 Been There, Done That
 Crime in the Desert
 The River

Nerve Net
 Fractal Zoom
 Wire Shock
 What Actually Happened?
 Pierre in Mist
 My Squelchy Life
 Juju Space Jazz
 The Roil, the Choke
 Ali Click
 Distributed Being
 Web
 Web (Lascaux Mix)
 Decentre

Neroli
 Neroli (Thinking Music, Part IV)

The Drop
 Slip, Dip
 But If
 Belgian Drop
 Cornered
 Block Drop
 Out/Out
 Swanky
 Coasters
 Blissed
 M.C. Organ
 Boomcubist
 Hazard
 Rayonism
 Dutch Blur
 Back Clack
 Dear World
 Iced World

Another Day on Earth
 This
 And Then So Clear
 A Long Way Down
 Going Unconscious (voice Inge Zalaliene)
 Caught Between
 Passing Over
 How Many Worlds
 Bottomliners
 Just Another Day
 Under
 Bonebomb (voice Aylie Cooke)

Small Craft on a Milk Sea
 Emerald and Lime
 Complex Heaven
 Small Craft on a Milk Sea
 Flint March
 Horse
 2 Forms of Anger
 Bone Jump
 Dust Shuffle
 Paleosonic
 Slow Ice, Old Moon
 Lesser Heaven
 Calcium Needles
 Emerald and Stone
 Written, Forgotten
 Late Anthropocene

Drums Between the Bells (words by Rick Holland)
 Bless This Space
 Glitch (Grazyna Goworek)
 Dreambirds
 Pour It Out
 Seedpods
 The Real (Elisha Mudly)
 The Airman
 Fierce Aisles of Light
 As If Your Eyes Were Partly Closed As If You Honed the Swirl Within
  Them and Offered Me the World
 A Title
 Sounds Alien (Aylie Cooke)
 Dow
 Multimedia
 Cloud 4
 Silence
 Breath of Crows
  (other vocalists: Caroline Wildi, Laura Spagnuolo, Nick Robertson,
  Anastasia Afonina)

Lyrics:
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(Album titles preceded by ##, Song titles by --)

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Here Come the Warm Jets

--
Needles in the Camel's Eye (Eno, Phil Manzanera)

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

--
The Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch

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.

--
Baby's on Fire

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.

--
Cindy Tells Me (Eno, Manzanera)

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.

--
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
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.

--
On Some Faraway Beach

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.

--
Blank Frank (Eno, Robert Fripp)

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

--
Dead Finks Don't Talk (arr. Paul Thompson, Busta Jones, Nick Judd, Eno)

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.

--
Some of Them Are Old

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.

--
Here Come the Warm Jets

(...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...

##
Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy)

--
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.

Left them in Japan.

--
Back in Judy's Jungle

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.

--
The Fat Lady of Limbourg

Well, I rang up Pantucci,
Spoke to Lu-chi,
I gave them all
They needed to know.
If affairs are proceeding
As we're expecting,
Soon enough the weak spots will show.
I assume you understand that we have options on your time,
And will ditch you in the harbour if we must:
But if it all works out nicely,
You'll get the bonus you deserve
From doctors we trust.

The Fat Lady of Limbourg
Looked at the samples that we sent
And furrowed her brow.
You would never believe that
She'd tasted royalty and fame
If you saw her now.
But her sense of taste is such that she'll distinguish with her tongue
The subtleties a spectrograph would miss,
And announce her decision,
While demanding her reward:
The jellyfish kiss.

Now we checked out this duck quack
Who laid a big egg, oh so black
It shone just like gold.
And the kids from the city,
Finding it pretty, took it home,
And there it was sold.
It was changing hands for weeks till someone left it by their fire
And it melted to a puddle on the floor:
For it was only a candle, a Roman scandal oh oh oh,
Now it's a pool.
That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for here.

--
Mother Whale Eyeless

I can think of nowhere I would rather be
Reading morning papers, drinking morning tea:
She clutches the tray
And then we talk just like a kitchen sink play
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Living so close to danger,
Even your friends are strangers
Don't count upon their company.

This is for the fingers,
This is for the nails:
Hidden in the kitchen,
Right behind the scales.
What do I care?
I'm wasting fingers like I had them to spare,
Plugging holes in the Zuider Zee.
Punishing Paul for Peter,
Don't ever trust those meters
What you believe is what you see.

In my town, there is a raincoat under a tree.
In the sky, there is a cloud containing the sea.
In the sea, there is a whale without any eyes.
In the whale, there is a man without his raincoat.

In another country, with another name
Maybe things are different, maybe they're the same.

Back on the trail,
The seven soldiers read the papers and mail
But the news, it doesn't change.
Swinging about through creepers,
Parachutes caught on steeples
Heroes are born, but heroes die.
Just a few days, a little practice and some holiday pay,
We're all sure you'll make the grade.
Mother of God, if you care,
We're on a train to nowhere
Please put a cross upon our eyes.
Take me - I'm nearly ready, you can take me
To the raincoat in the sky.
Take me - my little pastry mother take me
There's a pie shop in the sky.

--
The Great Pretender

Monica sighed
Rolled on her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered

She was moved by his wheels
She was just up from Wales
He was fueled by her coals and he was coming to catch her

Lose the sense of time
Nail down the blinds
And in the succulent dark there's a sense of ending

Joking aside
The mechanical bride
Has fallen prey to the Great Pretender.

Let me just point out discreetly
Though you never learn
All those tawdry late night weepies
I could make you weep more cheaply

As the empty moon enamels
Monica with spoons and candles
Bangs around without the light on
Furniture to get it right on

Settled in a homely fish pool
Hung with little eels
Often thinks that travel widens
'Stay at home, the trout obliges'

Monica sighed
Rolled on to her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered.

--
Third Uncle (Eno, arr. Brian Turrington)

There are tins
There was pork
There are legs
There are sharks
There was John
There are cliffs
There was mother
There's a poker
There was you
Then there was you

There are scenes
There are blues
There are boots
There are shoes
There are Turks
There are fools
They're in lockers
They're in schools
There in you
Then there was you

Burn my fingers
Burn my toes
Burn my uncle
Burn his books
Burn his shoes
Cook the leather
Put it on me
Does it fit me
Or you?
It looks tight on you

--
Put a Straw Under Baby

Put a straw under baby
Your good deed for the day
Put a straw under baby
Keep the splinters away.

Let the corridors echo
As the dark places grow
Hear Superior's footsteps
On the landing below.

There's a place in the orchard
Where no one dare go
The last nun who went there
Turned into a crow.

Turned into a crow-crow
Turned into a crow
The last nun who went there
Turned into a crow.

There's a brain in the table
There's a heart in the chair
And they all live in Jesus
It's a family affair.

--
The True Wheel (Eno, Phil Manzanera)

We are the 801
We are the central shaft

And we are here to let you take advantage
Of our lack of craft
Certain streets have certain corners
Sooner or later we'll turn your.

We are the 801
We are the central shaft

And thus throughout two years we've crossed the ocean
In our little craft (row, row, row)
Now we're on the telephone
Making final arrangements (ding, ding)

We are the 801
We are the central shaft

Looking for a certain ratio
Someone must have left it underneath the carpet
Looking up and down the radio
Oh, oh, nothing there this time
Looking for a certain ratio
Someone said they saw it parking in a car lot
Looking up and down the radio
Oh, oh, nothing there this time
Going back down to the rodeo
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, here we go!

We are the table the captain's table let's get it understood
Let's get it understood
We are the losers we are the cruisers let's get it understood
Let's get it understood
We are the diners the final diners let's get it understood
Let's get it understood
Most of us are tinkers, some of us tailors
And we've got candlesticks and lots of cocktail sticks
We saw the lovers the modern lovers and they looked very good
They looked as if they could
We are the neighbours the nosy neighbours we think just like you would
We think just like you should.

--
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'
You see, from a pagoda, the world is so tidy.

--
Taking Tiger Mountain

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.

##
Another Green World

--
Sky Saw

All the clouds turn to words
All the words float in sequence
No one knows what they mean
Everyone just ignores them

''sung simultaneously with above verse:''
Mau Mau starter ching ching da da
Daughter daughter dumpling data
Pack and pick the ping pong starter
Carter Carter go get Carter
Perigeeeeeeeee
Open stick and delphic doldrums
Open click and quantum data

--
Over Fire Island
[instrumental]

--
St. Elmo's Fire

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

--
In Dark Trees
[instrumental]

--
The Big Ship
[instrumental]

--
I'll Come Running

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

--
Another Green World
[instrumental]

--
Sombre Reptiles
[instrumental]

--
Little Fishes
[instrumental]

--
Golden Hours

The passage of time
Is flicking dimly up on the screen
I can't see the lines
I used to think I could read between
Perhaps my brains have turned to sand

Oh me oh my
I think it's been an eternity
You'd be surprised
At my degree of uncertainty
How can moments go so slow

Several times
I've seen the evening slide away
Watching the signs
Taking over from the fading day
Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled

Several times
I've seen the evening slide away
Watching the signs
Taking over from the fading day
Changing water into wine

Several times
I've seen the evening slide away
Watching the signs
Taking over from the fading day
Putting the grapes back on the vine

(Simultaneously with the last two verses, another voice sings another
melody with different words, as follows:)

Who would believe what a poor set of eyes can show you
Who would believe what an innocent voice could do
Never a silence always a face at the door

Who would believe what a poor set of ears can tell you
Who would believe what a weak pair of hands can do
Never a silence always a foot in the door

--
Becalmed
[instrumental]

--
Zawinul/Lava
[instrumental]

--
Everything Merges with the Night

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.

--
Spirits Drifting
[instrumental]

##
My Life in the Bush of Ghosts

--
America Is Waiting (arr. Eno, Byrne, Laswell, Wright, Van Tieghem)

America is waiting for a message of some sort or another.
Takin' it again. Again! Again! Takin' it again.
Well now... no, no... now, we ought to be mad at the government not
mad at the people.
Takin' it again. Again! Again! Takin' it again.
I mean, yeah, well... wha-what're ya gonna do?
America is waiting for a message of some sort or another.
No will whatsoever. No will whatsoever! Absolutely no honor.
No will whatsoever. No will whatsoever! Absolutely no integrity.
No will whatsoever. No will whatsoever! I haven't seen any any any
citizen over there stand up and say "Hey, just a second."
No will whatsoever. No will whatsoever! I mean, yeah,
so... wha-what're ya gonna do?
America is waiting for a message of some sort or another.

--
Mea Culpa

What're you saying? he said "i'm sorry, I committed a sin, I made a
mistake. I asked (? ? ? ? ? ) to forgive me... please forgive me." he
said "mea culpa," can you put it better?

I'm saying I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I made... I committed a sin, I
made a mistake. and I'm never gonna do it again, I never did it before
and I'm never gonna do it again."

--
Regiment (Eno, Byrne, Michael "Busta Cherry" Jones)
[instrumental]

--
Help Me Somebody

Talkin' funny and lookin' funny and talkin' 'bout "nobody loves(? )
me" you make yourself look bad.
Help me somebody.
You need to take a good look at yourself and see if you're the kind of
person that God wants you to be.
It's no big thing, it's a small thing, what... people... think(? ).

Help me somebody.
There's no escape from him. he's so high you can't get over him. he's
so low you can't get under him. he's so wide you can't get around
him. if you make your bed in heaven he's there. if you mak
R bed in hell he's there. he's everywhere.
Woo! help me somebody. woo! help me somebody.

--
The Jezebel Spirit

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...

Do you hear voices?
You do. So you are possessed?
You are a believer, born again and yet you hear voices and you are
possessed

Okay, Now are you ready to be delivered?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...

Put your head over there
This is from the pit of Hell

Okay Sister
You have a Jezebel spirit within you

You have a spirit of grief
You have a spirit destruction

Jezebel...
Spirit of destruction!
Spirit of grief!

I bind you with chains of iron!
I bind you (mumbles in tongues)
Bow to the Heavens!

Lessen your hold and come out of her now!

Start blowing out, Sister...

Out! 
Out Jezebel. Come out now!
Go ahead...

Out in the name of Jesus!
Come out destruction!
Come out destruction!
Come on grief!

Jezebel, you're going listen to me!
Jezebel!
Go ahead sister...

Keep blowing
Jezebel, I bind you!

She was intended by God to be a virtuous woman
You have no right there
Her husband is the head of the house

Out Jezebel!
Out!
Out!
In Jesus' name

That's right
I break your power Jezebel!

(unintelligable)

Go ahead, Sister!
Go ahead, Sister!

Move your head

(unintelligable...)

--
Qu'ran

[quotes from the Qu'ran]

--
Moonlight in Glory

... he wasn't responsible for the act. I've been warned...
I believe it wrong not to warn the people.
And the machine... he come upon them and strike. ...
I understand that somebody began to...
And the song began to move up.
I understand like this. move up.

I understand like this. ... move up.
So, they get tired.
It was come dark and rain'll make you very tired. and then he went and
knocked on an old lady house and old lady ran to the door, say "who is
this? " jack say "me, mama-san, could
End the night here? cause we're far from home, very tired." and old
lady said "oh yes, come on in." said "come on in." so I'm realizing
I'm in trouble.
It was come dark and rain'll make you very tired.

--
The Carrier
[instrumental?]

--
A Secret Life
[instrumental?]

--
Come with Us

Come with us.
Learn the truth.

We will appear to you
From time to time.

--
Mountain of Needles
[instrumental]

--
Very, Very Hungry

##
Wrong Way Up (w/John Cale)

--
Lay My Love

I am the crow of desperation
I need no fact or validation
I span relentless variation
I scramble in the dust of a failing nation
I was concealed
Now I am stirring
And I have waited for this time

I am the termite of temptation
I multiply and find my population
I am the wheel I am the turning
And I will lay my love around you

I am the sea of permutation
I live beyond interpretation
I scramble all the names and the combinations
I penetrate the walls of explanation
I am the will
I am the burning
And I will lay my love around you

I am the will
I am the yearning
And I will lay my love around you

--
One Word

Night-time is falling on the louvre.
It's been a lazy afternoon.
We walk to the house, the air is clear,
The water's still moving in the pool.
You say one word.
The same one sound.
Thing it makes
Again. the world go 'round.
One word; you'll see
We fight. you can't win -
We're in the same place
A game. but not the same spin.
Let it all if it fades away,
Fade away. I don't mind.

We were miles away, we were miles away,
We were miles and miles away.

Remember this oil by augustus john?
These are the ones I found in rome.
There are few things I keep for long.
When does your plane leave for cologne?

I recall one word -
The train - I saw -
People danced that's all it took

Again. to turn them around.
One world strange world,
We're in. no sound.
We'll find the same things
The same thing. are everywhere around.
Never mind... you'll see,
With time, with time
We'll dance again. we'll dance again.
If it all fades away... let it all fade dancing away.

All the sounds I heard one word,
On a summer night, I found,
And the quiet words that's all it took
We exchanged. I felt to turn him around.
She was pulling back she watched.
To emphasize - he sighs.
I was falling he waits for
Into mona lisa's eyes. a touch of her eyes.
And she turned, and then
And she turned, she turns away.
She was far away. she won't let him
She was miles away. touch her any more today.

She was miles away.
She was so many miles away.

--
In the Backroom

When senoritas walk at night,
Habaneros on the move,
It's music to their ears in the backroom.
If there's money to be made,
And it's a hundred in the shade and in the backroom,
She's sentimental like the last
Of the foreigners running past her to the backroom.
And if things aren't sweet in mecca
She'll be begging for forgiveness in the vacuum.
They're taking pains with california,
And they're guaranteeing boredom for the monsoon.
And apart from what was offered
There were mothers buying orphans at the auction

Youre much better off in twos
If you're coming to see the carnage in the backroom.
Doubled over on the table
I was concentrating harder in the backroom.
Weaving in and out of consciousness
Hiding out behind the entrance to the backroom.
It took longer than expected:
They had difficulty swallowing capsules.
We had a keener nose for trouble
Than the sniffer-dogs at heathrow -
You'd be trousers down in no time in the backroom.
Almost nothing in the papers...
Told me it happened when they emptied out the backroom.

--
Empty Frame

So they rode the sea,
It went on and on
They were years away
Though it seemed so long
But the captain never told them what he knew
As the poor ship laboured on through the endless blue.
Oh the storm was strong
And the ship was so frail
But they stumbled on
Raising broken sails,
And they held the heavy sky on their open hands
And they dreamed of when their poor feet would touch the land.
Baby, we're going round in circles!

Where is this place we're going to?
Does anybody know we're out here on the waves?
And are any of our signals coming through?
We're going 'round in circles.

We have no single point of view.
And like the clouds that turn to every passing wind,
We turn to any signal that comes through.
At the edge of the sea
Were the signs of the dove -
But the wrong way out
And the wrong way up.
We pushed the empty frame of reason out the cabin door,
No we won't be needing reason anymore.
Ooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah.

--
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.

--
Spinning Away

Up on a hill, as the day dissolves
With my pencil turning moments into line
High above in the violet sky
A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain

One by one, all the stars appear
As the great winds of the planet spiral in
Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles
In the million insect storm, the constellations form

On a hill, under a raven sky
I have no idea exactly what I've drawn
Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away
With every single line moving further out in time

And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars)
Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars)
And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars)
I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars)
There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars)
I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars)
And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars)
I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)

--
Footsteps

I'm a man of many colours:
Only yesterday I was blue.
Ten days from now, I'll be different
And so will you.
Written there in capital letters
So as not to be misunderstood
Making sure I'm clear,
Telling bad from good.
Two weeks ago in tokyo,
A man from islamabad:
Selling shells back to the rebels,
Shells they never had.
All is clear: I can see for miles and miles.

I can hear your footsteps in my heart.
Somebody make me an offer
I've got to get away from here, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Driving hard through the snow-drift
Like a moth to a naked light
To keep an appointment in zurich
With a man who hears footsteps in the night.
Tired of what he's been doing,
What it's done to his life...
Getting most if what he needed
Has left him with less than he had.
All is clear: I can see for miles and miles.
All I hear are your footsteps in my heart.

--
Been There, Done That

I was dreaming
It's a hundred and ninety degrees
We were crawling around on our knees
Till the sun came up at quarter to three
But the time we had
Dirty clothes and dirt on our walls
Swinging on the bathroom doors
Thinking we were having a ball
Until somebody said they'd
Been there, done that
Been there, don't wanna go back
Been there, done that
Been there, don't wanna go back
Yesterday I called you on the telephone
To tell you I was feeling alone

Where you been for the last few days?
I want you back
Put my feet back on the ground
I don't need the lost and found
I need somebody to tell me when i've
Been there, done that
Been there, don't wanna go back
Been there, done that
Been there, don't wanna go back
A broken heart
Won't get you much further than a cold heart
We're getting, getting better, we're running back
Running back, back to you and I'm feeling that
You're the money or the good times
When I've been there...

--
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.

--
The River

So deep in the water
Sleep, dark as the night
Somehow it seems it was all another dream
Soon dissolved in the light.
Oh, we were by the waterline.
Vague, the song of the night.
Innocent to all the peasant gods with you,
So, we drink to be renewed.
On the long, deep river
Where the moorhens cry
As the first sun quivers in the open sky...
Oh, she came down the river.
Soon, all the leaves were still.
The current was strong and the river was so long.
So, we drink to be renewed.
In the long cool evening,
Where the peacocks shiver
And the boat starts down the silver river way...
I remember you saying,
As her deep eyes opened,
In the first light seeing her,
"Here is someone new".

##
Nerve Net

--
Fractal Zoom

Slow
there
reply
toil
no need to go on
do I need to go on?


Slow
lie
endure
recline
in a separate time
on a different plane

--
Wire Shock

Se doue a te doue Se doue a te doue
They live near the lake
They can't see the lake
They live near the lake
And something is nothing
And something is nothing.

Akakakakakakaka

Se doue a te doue Se doue a te doue

They live near the lake
I'll tell you, they had this beautiful house
Nobody near (t)his house
Something is nothing
Something is nothing.

--
What Actually Happened?

I, uh, knew a man who once sent a letter to a mail channel that he'd
raped his girlfriend and he's now a recovering rapist, attending an
incest survivor's twelve step program. And the girlfriend, now ex, is
in a support group for women who've been raped.

What actually happened?

"She was passed out asleep on the couch after we'd been drinking. I
woke up in the middle of the night horny so I fucked her. She didn't
wake up; I told her about it in the morning. She was furious! 'You
raped me!' she said."


What actually happened?
What actually happened?
What actually happened?
What actually happened?

--
Pierre in Mist
[instrumental?]

--
My Squelchy Life

My squelchy life
My squelchy life
My squelchy life
Waits around corners
Nasty wife by sticky gap
My squelchy life
Follows in soft shoes
It's catching up
My squelchy life
Stands there grinning
Big white teeth, hairy white fingers (Anything, Anything)
I'll give it anything to go away, anything
Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, anything.
My squelchy life
My squelchy life
My squelchy life
My squelchy life

--
Juju Space Jazz

I'm the happiest man in all of the world
because I have something to believe in
I have communion with the Son and the holy God and Creator
and in addition I have eternal life

--
The Roil, the Choke

He raised the stake
And broke the soil
And phrased the stroke
That takes the oil
And stoked, erased and foiled the lake
And smoked and boiled the grazing snake
The roil, the choke, the cakes of praise
The spoils that break now cloak the days
That wake the coil of blazing coke
The flaking glaze of Royalty broke
He raises, stakes, admires, stokes
The flowery blaze, the fiery pokes

--
Ali Click

olly roger in a pickup
Has a packet on the horses
He's a docker with a bucket -
Just the ticket in a thicket.

Silly sally isn't pally
With the crackers in the alley:
She's a smacker and a whacker -
Wouldn't dally with a slacker.

Sally keeping in her locker
Little packets for the docker jolly roger
(looking pretty, just the sucker for a shocker)

Jolly roger in a pickup
Has a packet on the horses
He's a docker with a bucket -
Just the ticket in a thicket.

--
Distributed Being
[instrumental?]

--
Web
[instrumental]

--
Web (Lascaux Mix)
[instrumental]

--
Decentre
[instrumental]

##
Another Day on Earth

--
This

This chord
This water
This son
This daughter
This day
This time
This land
It's all mine

This Calling Bell
This Forge Bell
This Dark Bell
This The Knife Bell
This calling
This burden
This falling
The world's turning

This What I thought I knew
This What I thought was true
This I understood
This In the deep wood
This Ah there I stood a child so fair
This On a certain square
This Down the dirty stairs
This To see the table set
This With golden chairs
This Ah to follow, follow, follow, follow there

This race
And this world
This feeling
And this girl
This revolver
This fire
This I'll hold it up higher, higher, high

--
And Then So Clear

And then so clear to wonder
To wake with open eyes
As the snow across the tundra
And the rain across the skies
And the rain across the skies

So much again and weightless
In the motherworld of space
We fail to form to come to
And the razor mountains fade
And the day is cursed in shame

In these the world we open
So much to lose to save
To light the highest beacons
And the rose of love will bleed
And the rose of love will bleed

In these the world we open
So much to lose and save
To light the brightest beacon
And the rose of love will bleed
And the razor mountains fade
And the day is cursed in shame

--
A Long Way Down

It's a long way down
We're leaning over the side
Far beyond now
The days go dark in turn

We're a long way out
We're turning in uneven sun
Long after life
This world, still blue, still turns

--
Going Unconscious (voice Inge Zalaliene)

Going unconscious
Trembling
With eyes open
I see you
Surrender
Surrender

--
Caught Between

Caught between
The Earth and the sky
What too long
And what too high
Fallen free and holding on
Nothing there at all

Dropped and lifted
Gotta breathe
Bottom drifting
On the way
Holding just a few poor words
And nothing at all

Reaching out
To still the sand
No light connects
The breaking moments
Drifting to another shore
There's nothing here
That I could change at all
Nothing at all

Forced to be
A broken line
Let to hold
What we could find
Then to learn
And go again
Nothing sorted out

High above
A single bird
It drifts about
The dead volcano
Who's to lose
And who's to find
There's nothing here
That I could choose at all
Choose at all..

--
Passing Over

Passing over
All the dark blades
All the dark blades
Of the forewords
In the forewords
Just a low sound
Such a low sound
Passing over

Drawing closer
Sheer horizon
Flame horizon
Haze of morning
Magnets drawing
Over the forewords


Now entangle
All tomorrow

Gone.
Gone.
Through crumbled fingers gone.
Can never be recollected.

All pastness gone
To the crumbled dogma-ing past.
Can never be recollected.

Passing over...
All the dark blades....

--
How Many Worlds

Thinking of a world and the light of the sun
And all the many lives that were ever begun,
Ever begun.

Our little world turning in the blue
As each day goes there's another one new,
Another one new.

How many people will we feed today,
How many lips will we kiss today,
If we wake up?

How many worlds will we ever see,
And how people can we ever be,
If we wake up?

Thinking of a world in the light of the sun
And all the many lives that were ever begun,
Ever begun.

--
Bottomliners

Great lines of numbers
All bright and shiny
All through the ether
Some huge, some tiny
All though the ether
From France to China
Unite the people
All bottomliners

Some brass, some paper,
Some gold, some silver,
Some full of promise,
Some full of anger,
In ranks of thousands
They fall and stumble
All bottomliners
We make the number

And in the future,
New forms of romance:
Grenade and landmine
In twilit silence
With hands that tremble
And lives that flounder
All bottomliners
All undergrounders
All undergrounders
All undergrounders
All undergrounders

--
Just Another Day

Oh it's just another day,
It's just another day on Earth

Oh it's just another day,
Just another day,
It's just another day on Earth

Oh it's just another day on Earth
It's just another day on Earth

One day, we will put it all behind,
We'll say, that was just another time,
We'll say, that was just another day on Earth

We'll say, that was just another time,
One day, we will put it all behind,
We'll say, that was just another day on Earth

Just another day,
It's just another day,
Oh it's just another day on Earth

It's just another day on Earth

--
Under

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...

--
Bonebomb (voice Aylie Cooke)

My body
So thin
So tired
Beaten for years
Ploughshare to bomb
So hard

Bonebomb
Bonebomb
Bonebomb

My town
So dusty
So dry
Buildings pushed over
Lives heaped together
Young girls dreaming of beautiful deaths
Pop star pictures above their beds
Above their heads
Troops

Everything stolen
Except my bones
Now I am only bone
I waited for peace
And here is my peace
Here in this still last minute of my life

Douglas Brick / dbrick@kom.net
Wed Jul 26 05:36:46 PDT 2017