Альбом Robert Fripp

Brian Eno: Uh... Can I play you... um... some of the new things I've been doing, which I think could be commercial?

Peter Gabriel: Actually, I won't start like that, sorry. And again: three, four...

You burn me up I'm a cigarette
You hold my hand I begin to sweat
You make me nervous
Ooh I'm nervous
It must be real bad karma
For this to be my dharma
With you

You burn me up I'm a cigarette
My life with you is a losing bet
You make me crazy
Ooh, ooh I'm going crazy
Your therapeutic antics
Well they really make me frantic
With you

Strategic interaction irreducible fraction
Terminal inaction and a bitter hostile faction
I'm getting anxious
I'm franxious
Transactional diseased are the only thing that pleases
We

You burn me up I'm a cigarette
Demanding my attention which you're not gonna get
What did the sage mean?
What had the sage seen?
Musical elation is my only consolation
Oh yeah

Shivapuri Baba: Think of God alone, dismiss every thought from your mind and you will see God.

You burn me up I'm about to ignite
When you tell me you love me I give up this fight
I'm feeling put down
My feelings shut down
I want rejuvenation from my male emancipation

Strategic interaction
Terminal inaction
A bitter hostile faction
Irreducible fraction
Transactional diseases are the only thing that pleases
We

Burn burn
Burn burn burn
You burn me up
etc.

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Mrs Marion is strict with her servant
Behind locked doors over coffee they speak
They speak to my sister and my parents
And I'm trying hard not to shriek
Disengage
Disengage
Disengage
Disengage, disengage

She decodes my secrets and my fragments
I'd create any betrayal for their sake
She asks me to wait in the hallway
Where I'm doing my best not to, not to, not to shake
Disengage, disengage
Disengage
Disengage
Disengage

Muttering words to her
Muttering words to her
Muttering words to her for convenience
I start to head for the door
Mrs Marion screams over my shoulder
Walking out's just another metaphor
Disengage

North star
We stare
How far
How clear

Now touch
Touch here
Now warm
Now near
Now near

Within
With you
With love
With love
How sweet
How filled

Now time
Now time
Now touch
How sweet
How near
How filled
Now time
Time's still
I'm still
Tonight

North star
We stare
How far
How clear
How far
How clear
How far
How clear

Now touch
Touch here
Now warm
Now near
Within you
With you
With love
With love
With love

I stand in the hallway
She stands in the hall
I stand at the doorway
She stands at the door
I lean in the window
She leans on the wind
I wait for beginnings
She waits for the end
For the end, for the end

North star
North star

How far
How clear
Now touch
Touch here
Now warm
Now near
Now near

How far
How clear
Now touch
Touch here
Now warm
Now near
Now near

For the end
For the end
North star
North star

I smile like Chicago
She laughs like the breeze
I try so hard to charm her
With minor mysteries
I collide with her softness
With the whispers and pleas
Echoes of her movements
Delicate obscenities

It's a one quarter rain dance
Half of it's prayer
It's a simplest romance
Rattles high in the air
She's the gentlest pretender
I'm a clown on a spree
Still it's sweet to remember
The way it might be
I smile like Chicago

Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Well get out, there's the door
Well get out, there's the door
Well get out, there's the door
Well get out, there's the door
Father: It is not your house
It is not your house
It is not your house
It is not your house
It is not your house
Mother: And you're a cocaine sniffer
And you're a cocaine sniffer
And you're a cocaine sniffer
And you're a cocaine sniffer
Don't call me a slut
Father: No
Mother: You're carrying a baby
You don't know whether it's a nigger, a spic or a white baby
Don't call me a slut
Father: No
Mother: You're carrying a baby
You don't know whether it's a nigger, a spic or a white baby
You've got to go for an abortion, baby
I never had to
Father: No way, never
Mother: You've got to go for an abortion, baby
I never had to
Father: No way, never
Mother: You're carrying a baby
You don't know whether it's a nigger, a spic or a white baby
You've got to go for an abortion, baby
I never had to
Father: No way, never
Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Well get out, there's the door

That a creature could be so lonely
It became my deepest wish
To give her my love
To embrace her forever
And to have her find some peace
She who was so lonely
Came with volumes of feeling I have never known
Except perhaps for Mary
And she was always my sister
And she was always my sister

That a creature could be so lonely
It became my deepest wish
To give her my love
To embrace her forever
And to have her find some peace
She who was so lonely
Came with volumes
Volumes of feeling
I have never known
Except perhaps for Mary
And she was always my sister

J.G. Bennett: It is impossible to achieve the aim without suffering. It is impossible to achieve the aim without suffering.

X-P-O-S-U-R-E
X-P-O-S-U-R-E
Exposure
X-P-O-S-U-R-E
Exposure
X-P-O-S-U-R-E
Exposure
X-P-O-S-U-R-E

J.G. Bennett: It is impossible to achieve the aim without suffering. It is impossible to achieve the aim without suffering.

X-P-O-S-U-R-E
Exposure
X-P-O-S-U-R-E
etc.

J.G. Bennett: If you know you have an unpleasant nature and dislike people, this is no obstacle to work.

unknown female voice: I know that I could easily spend the rest of my life with you.

backwards:
Graham Chapman: One thing is for sure – a sheep is not a creature of the air.
Sheep: Baaaah!

unknown male voice: There's a new governor of racketeering, conspiracy, mail fraud, income-tax evasion.

Brian Eno: An incredibly dismal, pathetic chord sequence.

J.G. Bennett: If you know you have an unpleasant nature and dislike people, this is no obstacle to work.

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That is the way it is because it is that way
It is that way in that it is the way it is
In the way that it is that way that is the way it is
In the way that that is the way that is the way it is that is it is the way
Or, that it is that way is the way it is
The way it is that is the way it is
That it is the way it is is because it is that way
Or that it is the way that it is is the way that it is that
That is the way that it is the way that it is is the way that it's that way

I may not have enough of me but I've had enough of you

That is the way it is because it is that way
It is that way in that it is the way it is
In the way that it is that way that is the way it is
In the way that that is the way that is the way it is that is the way
Or, that it is that way is the way it is
The way it is that is the way it is

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J.G. Bennett: From the scientific point of view it is now very likely that there will be again another Ice Age, quite soon, in the world; that we shall have the north part of the world all frozen like it used to be, and we're beginning to have natural disasters. From the scientists' study it seems likely that we should soon begin to have these great changes in the earth's climate so people will not be able to live where they have, and the oceans will rise, and many cities will be flooded, like London, and Calcutta, and so on. These things, they say, will happen, according to scientific theory, in about forty years at the most, but maybe even quicker.

When the night shows the signals grow on radios
All the strange things they come and go as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen Easter tide
There's no point in direction
We cannot even choose a side

I took the old track
The hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
They were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
And waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
And as the nails sunk in the cloud
The rain was warm and soaked the crowd

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up dreamers you're running dry

When the flood calls
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You're a thousand minds, within a flash
Don't be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there's only you and me
And if we break before the dawn
They'll use up what we used to be

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up dreamers you're running dry

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Brian Eno: So the whole story is completely untrue. A big hoax. Ha, ha, ha!
A big hoax. Ha, ha, ha!
A big hoax. Ha, ha, ha!
A big hoax. Ha, ha, ha!