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BRIAN ENO >> Merchandise Links
BRIAN ENO
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.
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