After The Heat ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- BROKEN HEAD I was just a broken head I stole the world that others punctured Now I stumble through the garbage Slide and tumble, slide and stumble. Beak and claw, remorse, remindless Slide and tumble, slide and stumble. Back and forth and back to nothing Keep them tidy, keep them humble Chop and change to cut the corner Sharp as razors, shiny razors Stranded on a world that's dying Never moving, hardly trying. I was just a broken head I stole the world that others plundered Now I stumble through the garbage Slide and tumble, slide and stumble. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- References: 'I'm not sure where the phrase "Broken Head" came from, except that it came from some obscure corner of my own Broken Head. Whether or not it was thus self-referential is a question best left to art historians and academics. I do recall at some time being aware that the lyric could be autobiographical, but that wasn't its conscious source.' -- Brian Eno in More Dark Than Shark, quoted by Craig Clark Brian's self-reference is self-referring to the fact that he was knocked down by a taxi and his head was split open -- Tom ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE BELLDOG Most of the day We were at the machinery In the dark sheds That the seasons ignored. I held the levers That guided the signals to the radio But the words I received Random code, broken fragments from before. Out in the trees My reason deserting me Oh the dark stars Cluster over the bay Then in a certain moment I lose control And at last I am part of the machinery (where are you? [The] Belldog, where are you?) And the light disappears As the world Makes its circle through the sky. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- References: 'I was walking through Washington Square Park, towards the "Arc de Triomphe" style monument there. There was a little group of people under the arch, and the full moon stood low on the horizon, visible through the top of the arch. As I got closer I saw what it was that had attracted their attention. A very grubby man of indeterminate age was playing an out-of-tune upright piano on wheels: his touch was that of a plummy night club pianist, but the chords he used were completely strange. Over this sequence of soft discords he sang, again and again, in a trembling voice: "The belldog, where are you?" I have no idea what he meant by the belldog. For me it was (and is) an unidentified mythical character from some unfamiliar mythology...So the vague feeling I have about the belldog is that he is a herald; of what is not clear. Whatever it is, in the song he has either not yet appeared or has gone away...' - Brian Eno in More Dark than Shark, quoted by Craig Clark ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- TZIMA N'ARKI ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Transfer interrupted!