Альбом Brian Eno

I fall up!
I'm dying of light this early
It's all up!
It's all up!

Walled up!
Stepping into a dunky mermaid
Walled up!
Walled up!

More volts!
I'm sucking the juice from the generator
More volts!
More volts!

More volts!
"More suck at the duct" my dictu
More volts!
More volts!

Burn up!
LyricsTurn into a lanky housemaid
Burn up!
Burn up!

It's all up!
I'm living beyond the warnings
It's all up!
I fall up!

Sell up!
I'm cackling off to the Congo
Sell up!
Sell up!

Give up!
Find God in a big fat water-melon
Give up!
Give up!

More volts!
I'm sucking the juice from the generator
More volts!
More volts!

More volts!
"More suck at the duct" my dictu
More volts!
More volts!

More volts!
I'm sucking the juice from the generator
More volts!
More volts!

More volts!
"More suck at the duct" my dictu
More volts!
More volts!

More volts!
I'm sucking the juice from the generator
More volts!
More volts!

More volts!
"More suck at the duct" my dictu
More volts!
More volts!

Will the rose in all their learning
Turning brightness to day

Spur the horns of discerning
Scout the world along the way

And in their firm terms of warning
They return to the sea

And at the first sign of morning
They beat on his disease

So they wail
As their lies warn them

Not to fail in the harness
Not to fall at the shore

They are lost where the robe is
Sailors on southern more

And though they wail with the bonemen
Farther there somewhere inside

It doesn't show nights are warning
Beggars change so you'll burn

So they go
There's no way through there to show
In bar ways under

Not to fail in the harness
Not to rage at the shore

Not to rail in the darkness
When surrounded by roar

When to know there's a river
Some of them walk
Some of them fall

In the wars they
(Fade)

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

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I wanna be thin
I wanna be small
I wanna be pinned up high and studied on the wall

I wanna be sold
I wanna be fit
I wanna be there.

I wanna be hooked
I wanna be base
I wanna be served up lightly dressed and on a plate

I wanna be cut
I wanna be dried
I wanna be there.

I wanna be changed
I wanna be rode
I wanna be made to handle very heavy loads

I wanna be his
LyricsI wanna be hers
I wanna be theirs
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.

I wanna be held
I wanna be schooled
I wanna have every plea for mercy overruled

I wanna be milled
I wanna be rolled
I wanna be there.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I wanna be there.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I wanna be there.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I wanna be there.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I wanna be there.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I wanna be there.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I wanna be there.

Words, but nothing clear
What channel are you on?
It's hard to hear.
You speak to the world
From such a feeble system;
So... far away.

The thought, not falling
Just drifting in the early morning.
You pass from the world
Out to the Solar System
So... far away,
So... far away.

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

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...

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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Into the road and ten women
They are the rose of, oh, living
They're over...
Paling over.

Say all the words that are memory
Enter the ways of all the pain
Send over...
All is over.

Hitherto rode and wherebefore
Given the rules we had to call
All over...
All and over.

(Inaudible chorus)

Into the ways of forgiving
Into the silver source renew
Over
Big over.

Into the world he was approved
Came to the world a year too soon
Over
And over.