Brian Eno is MORE DARK THAN SHARK
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LYRICS - MY SQUELCHY LIFE
"Craft is what enables you to be successful
when you're not inspired." - Brian Eno

I Fall Up

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

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I'm sucking the juice from the generator
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More suck at the duct
My dick, too
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Burn up
Turn 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

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I'm sucking the juice from the generator
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More volts
More suck at the duct
My dick, too
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More volts
I'm sucking the juice from the generator
More volts
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More volts
More suck at the duct
My dick, too
More volts
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I'm sucking the juice from the generator
More volts
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More volts
More suck at the duct
My dick, too
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The Harness

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 wade
Some of them fall

But in the wars they forgive them
Among the words for them all

My Squelchy Life
[subsequently included on Nerve Net]

My squelchy life
Waits around corners
Nasty white eyes sticking out

My squelchy life
Follows in soft shoes
It's catching up

My squelchy life
Stands there grinning
Big white teeth and dark fingers
I'll give it anything to go away.
Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, anything.

Tutti Forgetti

I forgot everything. Everything. I forgot my weight. I forgot my preferences. I forgot my friends. I forgot my arguments. I forgot everything pertaining to me or my person or any details or extensions thereof or any proposed details or extensions thereof and all damages, scars, debts and probations resultant therefrom.

Too much.

I forgot everything. I forgot everything. I forgot my central heating. I forgot my dog. I forgot my evidence. I forgot all my teeth. I forgot my laughing. I forgot everything. My clothes. My whole wardrobe down to the last shoelace.

I forgot.

I forgot everything. I forgot everything. Everything. Everything. I forgot my every pimple, scar, minor abrasion, burn, raw, blood, steel, hair, teeth, blood, skin, scalp, wheel, colon, socks, turds, kleenex, blood, socks, [indecipherable]...

Destroyed.

Everything. I forgot everything, oh everything. I forgot everything, oh everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. I forgot everything.

Stiff

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 baked
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
I 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.

Some Words

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 frifting in the early morning
Pass from the world
Out to the solar system
So far away
So far away

Under
[subsequently included on Another Day On Earth]

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...

Everybody's Mother

Something went badly wrong.

At first we didn't really 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, 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 revolutions. 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... I was suddenly very tired.

How do I miss you. Really miss you.

Though all of you pray to go
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
Whenever I remain that way
So none of them know...

Over

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've had the call
Call over...
All and over.

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.


OVERVIEW | MISCELLANEOUS TRACKS | HERE COME THE WARM JETS | TAKING TIGER MOUNTAIN | ANOTHER GREEN WORLD | BEFORE AND AFTER SCIENCE
AFTER THE HEAT | MY LIFE IN THE BUSH OF GHOSTS | WRONG WAY UP | MY SQUELCHY LIFE | NERVE NET | ANOTHER DAY ON EARTH
EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS WILL HAPPEN TODAY | DRUMS BETWEEN THE BELLS | PANIC OF LOOKING