Альбом Brian Eno

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

This calling bell
This forged 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
LyricsThis in the deepwood
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 and
This fire
This I'll hold it up higher, higher, high

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

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
Trembling
With eyes open
I see you
Surrender
Surrender

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 wayLyrics
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
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....

thinking of a world in 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 feel today
how many lips will we kiss today
if we wake up

how many worlds will we ever see
and how many 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

Great lines of numbers
All bright and shiny
All through the ether
Some huge, some tiny
All through 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:
Grenades and landmines
In twilit silence.
With hands that tremble,
And lives that flounder
All bottomliners
All undergrounders.
All undergrounders
All undergrounders
All undergrounders...

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

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...

My
Body
So
Thin
So
Tired
Beaten
For Years
Ploughshare
To
Bomb
So
Hard

Bone
Bomb

My
Village
So
Dusty
LyricsSo
Dry
Buildings
Pushed
Over
Lives
Heaped
Together
Young
Girls
Dreaming
Of
Beautiful
Deaths
Popstar
Pictures
Above
Their
Beds
Above
Their
Heads
Troops

Everything
Stolen
Except
My
Bones
And
Now
I
Am
Only
Bone
I
Waited
For
Peace
And
Here
Is
My
Peace
Here
In
This
Last
Still
Moment
Of
My
Life