Artist: Brian Eno Album: Here Come The Warm Jets {1974}

Those who know, they don't let it show
They just give you one long life and you go
Goes to show how winds blow
The weather's fine and I feel 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

Those who know, they don't let it show
They just give you one long life, so you go
Why ask why for by the by and by
All mysteries are just more needles in the camel's eye 

My, my my - we're treating each other just like strangers
I can't 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, no

By this time time I got to looking for a kind of substitute 
I can't tell you quite how, 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 sometimes 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 barbecue 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, 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 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 off their maisonettes
Left their Hotpoints to rust in their kitchenettes 
And they're saving their labor 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

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, ooh, oh, what a burden to be so relied on

Cindy tell me, what will they do with their lives
Living quietly like laborerous wives
Perhaps they'll re-acquire those things they've all disposed of

Oh, oh, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, dah - I'll be there
Oh, drivin' me backwards
Kids like me gotta be crazy
Moving me forwards
You must think now that I'm lazy
Meet my relations
All of them grinning like facepacks
Such sweet inspirators
Cut me up, the flag is 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
Oh, Luana's black reptiles
Sliding round, 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 crazy
Da, da, da, da, da, da, doo
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da - I'll be there
Oh, I'll be there

Given the chance I'll die like a baby
On some faraway 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 - he's the messenger of your doom and your destruction
Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing
And he is the 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

Oh, cheeky cheeky, oh, naughty sneaky
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
More fool me, bless my soul
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 their way up here
But dead finks don't talk too well, they've got a shaky sense of diction, uh-huh
It's not so much a living hell, it's just a dying fiction

People come and go and forget to close the door
And 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 hide 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
But as you do, remember me, remember me
Remember me, remember me

Father we make claims on our knees
Don't enter here for we've nowhere to pee
Nowhere to pee, nowhere to pee
Father stains, they're all on our knees
Down on our worms and we've nothing to pee
Nothing to pee, nothing to pee
Father down, we're all on our saints
Made to appease, though we've nothing these days
Nothing these days, nothing these days
Father, here they're sprawled in a daze
We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say
Nothing to say, nothing to say