WRONG WAY UP [UK press advertisement, 1990] UK newspaper advertisement, 1990 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- LAY MY LOVE I am the crow of desperation I need no fact or validation I spin relentless variation I scramble in the dust of a failing nation I was concealed Now I am stirring And I have waited for this time. I am the termite of temptation I multiply and fly my population I am the wheel I am the turning And I will lay my love around you. I am the sea of permutation I live beyond interpretation I scramble all the names and the combinations [I] penetrate the walls of explanation I am the will I am the burning And I will lay my love around you. I am the will I am the yearning And I will lay my love around you. (We can't make out the other words being sung in the background. If you can, e-mail Mal / Tom) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alternative hearings: I scramble all == I ramble off There are few things == Very few things... References: Michael Engelbrecht: You have written some kind of ironic 'self portrait' in LAY MY LOVE? And it's a love song, too. Brian Eno: Well, it's quite interesting, that you are the first person that noticed that it's a self portrait (laughs), which was so obvious to me. But I never said it to anyone, because I don't like to tell people things like that. Nobody else ever mentioned it. And I mean, it says: every line begins "I am", "I", "I", "I", "I", "I". So that song was kind of a joke on myself. I've always said in the past, I don't like to write songs in the first person singular. There are so many rock songs with "I do this", "I want", "I need", "I woke up this morning", "I gotta get next to you, girl" - that kind of thing, "I gotta feel your body". And I've always said, I don't want to write songs like that, 'relationship songs' I call them. So I had this idea, I didn't want to write songs that started with "I". I didn't want to write songs that ended with "you" - that was the other thing I didn't want. And I didn't want "love" in between. So I didn't want "I love you" as a message, how ever it was filled out and disguised. I didn't want that as a message. And so, partly through John Cale's influence, he said "Oh, come on. Just do it!" And so I thought "Well, maybe I break my own rules for a change. And not only will I use the word "I", I use it at the beginning of every single sentence!" (laughs) So I realized this was going to be some kind of a love song. But I thought "How could you do something with the love song form that is maybe original?" The first part of the song that I had written was "I'm gonna lay my love around you", which in English has a nice feeling: it's like someone laying a bouquet of flowers around somebody else, or laying a cloak over the shoulders, or something like that - this notion of surrounding someone. But I thought "That's nice, but it's too sweet alone, it's too simply romantic". So these other images starting coming up, and they were kind of nice, because they undermine the romantic quality. You start thinking "Would I really like to have this person laying his love around me, this person who is 'the termite of temptation' and 'the crow of desperation'?" And then, of course, I should say, there are all the autobiographical parts of it. The way that the song is written is described within the song: "I spin relentless combinations", "I multiply and fly my population", because within the song I'm spinning, I'm shuffling the same cards over and over again. So it's not only an autobiographical song, it's a - what do they call it - a self-referential song. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ONE WORD Night-time is falling on the Louvre. It's been a lazy afternoon. We walk to the house, the air is clear, The water’s still moving in the pool. You say One word. the same One sound. thing It makes again. the world go 'round. One word; You'll see we fight. you can't win-- We're in the same place a game. but not the same spin. Let it all If it fades away, fade away. I don't mind. We were miles away, we were miles away, We were miles and miles away. Remember this oil by Augustus John? These are the ones I found in Rome. There are few things I keep for long. When does your plane leave for Cologne? I recall One word -- the train -- I saw -- People danced that's all it took again. to turn them around. One world Strange world, we're in. no sound. We'll find The same things the same thing. are everywhere around. Never mind... You'll see, with time, with time we'll dance again. we'll dance again. If it all fades away... Let it all fade dancing away. All the sounds I heard One word, on a summer night, I found, and the quiet words that's all it took we exchanged. I felt to turn him around. she was pulling back She watched. to emphasize -- He sighs. I was falling He waits for into Mona Lisa's eyes. a touch of her eyes. And she turned, And then and she turned, she turns away. she was far away. She won't let him She was miles away. touch her any more today. She was miles away. She was so many miles away. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Transcription provided by Dan aka Mukamuk. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- IN THE BACKROOM When Señoritas walk at night, Habañeros on the move, It's music to their ears in the backroom. If there's money to be made, And it's a hundred in the shade and in the backroom, She's sentimental like the last Of the foreigners running past her to the backroom. And if things aren't sweet in Mecca She'll be begging for forgiveness in the vacuum. They're taking pains with California, And they're guaranteeing boredom for the monsoon. And apart from what was offered There were mothers buying orphans at the auction Youre much better off in Twos If you're coming to see the carnage in the backroom. Doubled over on the table I was concentrating harder in the backroom. Weaving in and out of consciousness Hiding out behind the entrance to the backroom. It took longer than expected: They had difficulty swallowing capsules. We had a keener nose for trouble Than the sniffer-dogs at Heathrow -- You'd be trousers down in no time in the backroom. Almost nothing in the papers... Told me it happened when they emptied out the backroom. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alternative hearings: Weaving in and out of conciousness == Weaving in and out of corridors You'd be trousers-down == And have your trousers down Almost nothing in the papers... Told me it happened when == Almost nothing in the papers told what happened in ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- EMPTY FRAME So they rode the sea, It went on and on They were years away Though it seemed so long But the captain never told them what he knew As the poor ship laboured on through the endless blue. Oh the storm was strong And the ship was so frail But they stumbled on Raising broken sails, And they held the heavy sky on their open hands And they dreamed of when their poor feet would touch the land. Baby, we're going round in circles! Where is this place we're going to? Does anybody know we're out here on the waves? And are any of our signals coming through? We're going 'round in circles. We have no single point of view. And like the clouds that turn to every passing wind, We turn to any signal that comes through. At the edge of the sea Were the signs of the dove -- But the wrong way out And the wrong way up. We pushed the empty frame of reason out the cabinet door, No we won't be needing reason anymore. Ooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alternative hearings: So they rode the sea == So they rowed to sea Though it seemed so long == Oh, it seemed so long Baby, we're going 'round in circles == Maybe we're going 'round in circles References: Michael Engelbrecht: There is another wonderful short story: EMPTY FRAME. I think this is one of the songs you can enjoy on very different levels. I have seen people start to dance and to whistle to this song. And on the other hand, if you listen to the lyrics, there is this very strange story about a ship turning around and around, a motif in many of your songs. Brian Eno: Well, the sea image is always really interesting to me, because it has two factors, the idea of being out in a ship at sea: It's first of all the idea of being separated off from the rest of the world, so suddenly finding yourself alone. That's an important part of it. The second part is that you are not in control of the situation. You can influence the situation, you know, you have sails and you have a rudder and you can row. You can change your direction, but there's a huge current as well. So I like very much this feeling of being separated off and suddenly being surrendering to a powerful force of some kind. So you might want to go in that direction, but because this force is pushing you, you moved diagonally instead of in a straight line. That's a strong image for me, because it seems to me, it's what is happening to you all the time in your life, you know. You keep finding yourself separated off from the community that you feel you're a part of. You don't want to be, maybe, you would like to be part of everything, but you find that you don't quite fit in there. So, and then you notice that you don't have independent total control over what you are doing. You are actually subject to a lot of forces that are very strong, and you really are not even able to describe them. They are so strong that they are your environment: you don't notice them most of the time. You keep rowing in what you think is a straight line, but actually you are being moved in a circle or off into a diagonal, and you keep finding yourself in the same point again and again. And you think "Why did that happen? I thought I was going in a straight line, yet I'm back here, where I was last year and the year before", you know. So, all of those images of power beyond your own conciousness, beyond your own will, and of separation, are to do with the sea image for me. The other thing that's in there, is about a little ship that is always falling apart, that they always are trying to fix up again. It says in there "the broken sails". This is also a very poignant image to me of the notion of people constantly trying to repair their sails. What do you have a sail for? To catch wind, to catch the other forces that are around, the controllable forces. The wind is the force that you can do something about. The sea is not, you know. But of course, the wind also keeps breaking your sails, so you always have to sow them back together again. It's an endless struggle to try to keep going in any kind of a line. Because the other implication in this kind of song is "Why don't you surrender? Why don't you surrender to the tide and see where you go?" And in one of my old songs "Julie with...", that's what happened in that song, the people have surrendered. They've stopped, they've stopped rowing the boat and they suddenly have allowed themselves to become completely, not victims exactly, but to have fallen under the control of this powerful force. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- CORDOBA A man was sleeping under a tree. He wrote to me from Cordoba. After the theatre, we went to his house. He's very generous Cordoban. We waited at the door, but he didn't come. According to his father, he's very ill. There was a long line of cars in front of me. I came as soon as I could. I left without paying, a suitcase under my arm. I won't see you until Sunday. I'll come as soon as I can. I'll meet you alone in the shoeshop near the bakery. By the two-storey house/very pretty/like a villa. The lift stops between two floors. You start to walk towards the station. I walk towards the bus. We'll have to wait at the station. Leave the parcel on the top deck. You start to walk towards the station. I'll walk towards the bus. You walk towards the station. I'll walk towards the bus. You walk towards the station. I'll walk towards the bus. You walk towards the station. I'll walk towards the bus. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Transcribed by Dave Matthews. References: Brian Eno: I'm sure everything I do is riddled with paying attention to chance, so... OK, here's a good example. I've been learning Spanish for about 36 years [laughter] And I'm still not very good at it, but...[music]... When I was reading my Spanish book, I was reading this set of lines, exercises, and I thought, boy, these read like a poem. These lines from the Spanish book are the text [lyric]: Endless sleeping Under the tree. You wrote to me from Cordoba. Drift of the fusion. We went to his house. He's a very generous Cordoban. Waited at the door. But he didn't come. According to his father He's very ill. There was a long line of cars in front of me. I came as soon as I could. I left without paying. Suitcase under my arm. I won't see you until Sunday. I'll come as soon as I can. I'll meet you at noon In the shoeshop near the bakery. By the two-story house, very pretty, like a villa. The lift stops between two floors. Start to walk towards the station. I'll walk towards the bus. They'll have to wait at the station. Leave the parcel on the top deck. Start to walk towards the station. I'll walk towards the bus. You walk towards the station. I thought, this is like an amazing poem, and what I read into it was: Two people who were probably lovers but who were also terrorists arrange to bomb a bus - "leave the parcel on the top deck." The is the last time they were talking about it before they were gonna do it, the next day. And they'd sort of go, um, I'll meet you in the square by the bakery. The lift stops between two floors, right, don't forget that. Um, I'll walk towards the station, you walk towards the bus... just going through the moves again and again. But the way John - that's John Cale, naturally - the way he sings it is this strange combination - sinister and tender at the same time. Pamela Z: And they teach you to say that the lift stops between two floors? Brian Eno: Yeah, they need that a lot in Spain! [laughter] Pamela Z: Do the people know, the Spanish book people? Brian Eno: No, they don't know and I hope you'll never tell them! I mean for all I know this may have been a poem that this bloke had been working on for years. This was the only way they could get it published. Pamela Z: I always wonder how strict the copyright laws are on those things. Brian Eno: It's been a big issue in England for some years - is there morally such a thing as intellectual property? Can people claim rights to an idea? And it's an interesting question because I've never made any secret of the fact that I steal ideas wherever I can. But at the same time people steal ideas from me a lot as well. -- From Mondo 2000 An magazine article in 1990 identified the Spanish book as the Hugo Spanish in Three Months guide. -- Tom ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- SPINNING AWAY Up on a hill, as the day dissolves With my pencil turning moments into line High above in the violet sky A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain One by one, all the stars appear As the great winds of the planet spiral in Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles In the million insect storm, the constellations form On a hill, under a raven sky I have no idea exactly what I've drawn Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away With every single line moving further out in time And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars) Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars) And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars) I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars) There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars) I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars) And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars) I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- References: We can be reasonably confident that this is the definitive version of these lyrics, as they were printed on the back cover of Opal Information Number 18 (1991). This song's imagery of circling nature of the world and other natural phenomena is reminiscent of some parts of "The Belldog". -- Tom "SPINNING AWAY is a very easy one for me to talk about, because it has a feature that I like a lot, and that I have used before as well. I like very much to have contrasts of speed. For instance I like to have very very fast staccato rhythms, chopped-up rhythms, which very liquid vocals running over the top of them. Maybe the best example of this is not on one of my records, but on the Donna Summer song "I Feel Love" with Georgio Moroder playing. The synthesizer part on that is very very technological and mechanical, Kraftwerk almost, but her singing over it is just like a beautiful liquid feeling going on over the top. Anyway, I have that kind of feeling in Spinning Away, something of two very opposing qualities: a rhythm that is staccato, off-balance slightly. If you listen to the way the drums begin on that song, they have a strange, off-balance feeling. Their sound is crisp. The vocals on the other hand, and the violins are not played in the same mood, they're in almost a different musical universe. They float on top of this sea of action, you know, this sea of activity. And the violins play in a different time signature: dam dam dam dam dada over taka tak taka taka taka tak taka taka... Well, actually I'm not very good at talking about that particular piece of music (laughs)." -- Brian Eno, interviewed by Michael Engelbrecht. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- FOOTSTEPS I'm a man of many colours: Only yesterday I was blue. Ten days from now, I'll be different And so will you. Written there in capital letters So as not to be misunderstood Making sure I'm clear, Telling bad from good. Two weeks ago in Tokyo, A man from Islamabad: Selling shells back to the rebels, Shells they never had. All is clear: I can see for miles and miles. I can hear your footsteps in my heart. Somebody make me an offer I've got to get away from here, ooh, ooh, ooh. Driving hard through the snow-drift Like a moth to a naked light To keep an appointment in Zurich With a man who hears footsteps in the night. Tired of what he's been doing, What it's done to his life... Getting most if what he needed Has left him with less than he had. All is clear: I can see for miles and miles. All I hear are your footsteps in my heart. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- BEEN THERE DONE THAT I was dreaming It's a hundred and ninety degrees We were crawling around on our knees Till the sun came up at quarter to three But the time we had Dirty clothes and dirt on our walls Swinging on the bathroom doors Thinking we were having a ball Until somebody said they'd Been there, done that Been there, don't wanna go back Been there, done that Been there, don't wanna go back Yesterday I called you on the telephone To tell you I was feeling alone Where you been for the last few days? I want you back Put my feet back on the ground I don't need the lost and found I need somebody to tell me when I've Been there, done that Been there, don't wanna go back Been there, done that Been there, don't wanna go back A broken heart Won't get you much further than a cold heart We're getting, getting better, we're running back Running back, back to you and I'm feeling that You're the money or the good times When I've been there... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Transcribed by Dave Matthews. Alternative hearings: Dirty clothes and dirt on our walls == Dali clocks on down our walls I don't need the lost and found == I need anything lost and found You're the money or the good times == And you embody all the good times ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- CRIME IN THE DESERT Crime and punishment in Tuscon Back to normal in the sun Playing Blackjack in the Drive-In Shooting snake-eyes in the mud And when the moonlight came out, we were gone, long gone. They found a body on the race-track; No identifying signs In his pocket was a notebook With a number inside And Guadalajara's just a few miles down the line. She adored the broken-hearted And those who showed her a bad time They didn't care for her body They took advantage of her mind. So they took her ideas and they left her behind. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- References: Snake-eyes is a score of two with two dice. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE RIVER So deep in the water Sleep, dark as the night Somehow it seems it was all another dream Soon dissolved in the light. Oh, we were by the waterline. Vague, the song of the night. Innocent to all the peasant gods with you, So, we drink to be renewed. On the long, deep river Where the moorhens cry As the first sun quivers in the open sky... Oh, she came down the river. Soon, all the leaves were still. The current was strong and the river was so long. So, we drink to be renewed. In the long cool evening, Where the peacocks shiver And the boat starts down the silver river way... I remember you saying, As her deep eyes opened, In the first light seeing her, "Here is someone new". ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- References: Brian notes in his diary that he wrote "The River" on the birth of his daughter Irial (11th October entry). ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THANKS TO: Dan (Mukamuk), Dave Matthews, Ulrike Kersten, Craig Clark, Jay Sachs, Phil Gyford, L. Bruce Higgins, and the nameless denizens of the alt.music.brian-eno newsgroup who worked together in 1995 to create the transcriptions on which the EnoWeb's lyrics pages are based. Back to lyrics page Got alternative lyrics you'd like to share? [Back to EnoWeb homepage]