Brian Eno is MORE DARK THAN SHARK
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LYRICS - DRUMS BETWEEN THE BELLS
"Craft is what enables you to be successful
when you're not inspired." - Brian Eno

Bless This Space

Bless this space
In sound and rhyme
As we suspend it
Arrested from the race
For meaning
By these slices
Of cityscapes
Each one
To the site of a thousand Londoners
The reburied and reborn
Brought together
In one life
Bless this space for now
Now
As rang the bells of this once godly place
While we step through mediums
Outside of the race
To look in

Glitch

There is a glitch in the system
Outside the brain flow
Armoured shells melt down
Explode in the main code
Seiged by the blind mass
They won't stop the chain grow
Numbers grow numbers
Working ants or quantum fires
Will flow on regardless
Of each abandoned carcas
The only joy there is - is search onward through the darkness
Edict states the lights go out
Learn to fight the nightfall
Work will lead to comfort
Comfort lives a lifetime
But death is not an ending
It's a place to search the light with
Light in universal terms
Cells out on the great grid
Numbers growing numbers
Working ants, quantum fires
Morph from the energy
Abandoned by each carcas
The greatest joy there is - is onward search through the darkness

Dreambirds

Dream birds
The floating caw-caw
The britilla hen
The parrot arachnis
The zeon pink swan
There's a chip in the ceiling
A new parliament bill
That says
Freedom of creation
For our brilliant young
People the sky with your wand-strokes
In the age of diminishing life
Across the blank dioxide above us
Invent
New
Colours
That
Fly

Pour It Out

Pour it out
In new ways
Imaginate
Drop needles like pines into clear pools
Where molecules are arranged
Just loose enough to let dreams through
It is weird release
To imagine the minuscule
Where deep sea molluscs
Can glow orange in tendrils
And haemoglobin nodules exist
As twenty million models
Beautiful as rocks among atomic sea sweLls
In between kidney shaped blood cells

Imagine your wildest imaginings
Then zoom out to macro
Subway hits the sky
And New York hurtles by
And New York hurtles by
From the top of this highrise
People as small as the pigment in your eyes
And gaps in between them like marching seams
Like ants in streams
Loose enough to let dreams through
Can we climb higher
New York up to sky
The world hurtles by
The world hurtles by
And countries as small as the pigment in your eyes
The world hurtles by
The world hurtles by
Can we climb higher?

Seedpods

All over London
The clicker of seed pods
Against passing buses
Organism
Or prism
Part light divided
Part sound machine
And different souls
Trying to pick the bones
For morsels to make it mean
For meat to bulk their meaning
Seeds
Sounds
And the ceiling
Same trigger
Signifier
Seven different feelings

The Real

The flourish
Seeing the real in things
Really seeing the real
Describing the exact actuality
Of what it is you see
Or what it is you seem to see
You really seem to see the real
The exact and actual reality
Of the real in things you seem to see
The real thing
And no other voice or paint in this
But just the thing, you see
The thing you see
Is the real in things
What you see is what seems
The reels of this seem to mean the real in things
While real runs out and seems to reach the real
As it runs
No dry run
The real is done

The Airman

I will see what the airman saw
And higher, the view of the astronaut
And higher, the tick of the satellite
And higher, where height morphs to night
And quantum lays out just as massive
And unknown as the small it contains.
Ground fears play out on a surface
One giant map of free states
Or a global ball of electric
As data streams over state lines
Sat deep in this cannonball universe
Sat deep in this one ward of stars
The higher we climb from our surface
The clearer we see where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are

Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are
Where we are

Fierce Aisles Of Light

It's a train again
This forever
Last night's mead
Stare at nothing
At a knee
A plastic table
As the green corner for machine moves
Static flow
A sound
A sound
Static flow
Commercial grey suit freight
And margins
Lotions
Coffee cups
Fierce aisles of light
And stations
It's a train again
This forever
Capital to docks
Docks to capital

A Title

Life doesn't start with a title
The one man show
We are water
And return there
We go
To the place of the slurry
And berry and bail
The smell and the wrinkle
The pulse and the pale
Thin bone man
Long arm man
Gristle and cold wind
Make tool man
Freak out man
Dance like the bears
Follow the stars man
With wet oil on down
A hairy elemental
Wide eyes pinned round
A two lunar myopia
To what we spin round

Sounds Alien

Sounds are alien and dense
Life will not make sense
Rhythm seams
Will syncopate
The strangest rhythm well
Drums between the bells

Dow

Thuddering Dow Jones caffeine wheel
Frequencies steal adrenaline
Shifting like a lizard spine
And a didgeridoo
As number stack and break
And diamonds shard in two
In two
Ballistic timps and driving night
Signalling diodes and naturtal light
Tokyo by day stock exchange by night
Stock exchange by day Tokyo by night
Muddle think brew paddle on through
Money in the mix you pick up sticks
Pitching loud performing proud
Manna kanna mazzu
As numbers stack and break
And diamond shard in two
In two
Ballistic timps and driving night
Signalling diodes and natural light
Tokyo by day stock exchange by night
Stock exchange by day Tokyo by night

Multimedia

Slap fire paint song
These cave walls dance to the sounds
An aboriginal pound
The earth is dust
Dust
Dust
Dust
Stomped by the soles
Soles shake a pace
A lizard over rocks
Over rocks

Until sound pictures mix
And in synch the sticks click
Picked ochre seams
Through dust and embers
Raise ghostly emblems
In a man's resemblance
His face paint
Shapes

And the mumbled sing from holes
The groan of pipes through rock
The wind
Hmm hhmm hmmn human rhythm sings
Here click and dust and paint perfume
The air in coloured specks
And rare as hills
Consume the chimes and rhymes now crashing in.

Cloud 4

The madnesses of mood
Weatherfronts we know
Hem us in
Or free us like children
Just one day apart
A lifetime in the sky
Sun, scan the sky like flight
Search for any sign
Things
Things will be alright.

Breath Of Crows

My god is in the breath of crows
It grows and shrinks with nature's wish
A fire with no link to the wish of man
But it must be absolute, this god
For when the mind is still
It moves.
My god is in the breath of crows
May I not delude my I to think
He grows to grant my wish
Or wash my sin
But let me watch in wonder
As he makes his work
Wonder in this
Wonder in this.

The sound of holy night abound
Kestrel calls and bells
Drink the air
And the race for meaning quells
Let it in
Let it in
Or the calls will sound like hollow tin
Or gramophone circles
And background dust
I must
Replaced by must
By scent and sense
Wonder this.


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