Brian Eno Album

Slow
there
reply
toil
no need to go on
do I need to go on?


Slow
lie
endure
recline
in a separate time
on a different plane

Se doué a té doue Se doué a te doué
They live near the lake
They can't see the lake
They live near the lake
And something is nothing
And something is nothing.


Akakakakakakaka


Se doué a té doue Se doué a te doué


They live near the lake
I'll tell you, they had this beautiful house
Nobody near (t)his house
Something is nothing
Something is nothing.

I, uh, knew a man who once sent a letter to a mail channel that he'd raped his girlfriend and he's now a recovering rapist, attending an incest survivor's twelve step program. And the girlfriend, now ex, is in a support group for women who've been raped.

What actually happened?

"She was passed out asleep on the couch after we'd been drinking. I woke up in the middle of the night horny so I fucked her. She didn't wake up; I told her about it in the morning. She was furious! 'You raped me!' she said."


What actually happened?
What actually happened?
What actually happened?
What actually happened?

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My squelchy life
My squelchy life
My squelchy life
Waits around corners
Nasty wife by sticky gap
My squelchy life
Follows in soft shoes
It's catching up
My squelchy life
Stands there grinning
Big white teeth, hairy white fingers (Anything, Anything)
I'll give it anything to go away, anything
Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, anything.
My squelchy life
My squelchy life
My squelchy life
My squelchy life

I'm the happiest man in all of the world
because I have something to believe in
I have communion with the Son and the holy God and Creator
and in addition I have eternal life

He raised the stake
And broke the soil
And phrased the stroke
That takes the oil
And stoked, erased and foiled the lake
And smoked and boiled the grazing snake
The roil, the choke, the cakes of praise
The spoils that break now cloak the days
That wake the coil of blazing coke
The flaking glaze of Royalty broke
He raises, stakes, admires, stokes
The flowery blaze, the fiery pokes

Jolly roger in a pickupHas a packet on the horsesHe's a docker with a bucket -Just the ticket in a thicket.
Silly sally isn't pallyWith the crackers in the alley:She's a smacker and a whacker -Wouldn't dally with a slacker.

Sally keeping in her lockerLittle packets for the docker jolly roger(looking pretty, just the sucker for a shocker)
Jolly roger in a pickupHas a packet on the horsesHe's a docker with a bucket -Just the ticket in a thicket.

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