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lukehatton
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« on: January 03, 2008, 05:51:49 AM » |
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they may not be 100% correct but it's a good start:
daniel lanois: here is what is (2007)
chest of drawers:
brian eno: i remember buying a, a little indian, sort of, chest of drawers once. and i was so intrigued by it, and the colour of it, and i thought, this, if i let it be, could be the beginning of a new life for me. if i followed the message of this little set of drawers, and built everything else around that, that would be a different life.
where will i be:
the streets are cracked and there's glass everywhere
and the children stare with a motherless eyes
in arms of beauty and on fields of war
trapped in lament from the poet's core
oh where, oh where will i be?
oh where, when that old trumpet sounds?
i met an indian girl in ottawa
she said, "you'll be all right when you are one
don't waste your breath, don't waste your heart
don't blister your heels walking in the dark"
oh where, oh where will i be?
oh where, when that old trumpet sounds?
yeah, i like the heat of your body laying under me
may your wild lip get you where you're going
with your inventions, your intentions, your laughter, your forever yearning
oh where, oh where, when that trumpet sounds?
are you talking, filling the air, healing the scars
knowing the way at the steel bars
going down pure, crawling in the cracks
going all the way down and coming all the way back
oh where, oh where, oh where, when that trumpet sounds?
oh where, oh where, when that trumpet sounds?
well, the heart opens wide like it's never seen love
and addiction stays on tight like a glove
oh where, oh where will i be?
here is what is:
i came here on a brave driving wheel
now i'm wearing these heavy arms of steel
don't know what is light and my day is shadow
i kind of thought i did but i guess i don't know
here is what is, here is what is, smile a little to your sweetheart
here is what is, here is what is, don't you go walking too long in the dark
i ran for a minute then the city took me back
the railway promises was a broken track
through your eyes i can see
that maybe i don't need to be what i thought i should be
here is what is, here is what is, smile a little to your sweetheart
here is what is, here is what is, don't you go walking too long in the dark
ice falls on me but i feel no cold
you are like a feast, life in your soul
i'm standing on the ledge not fearing the fall
your salvation teaches all
here is what is, here is what is, smile a little to your sweetheart
here is what is, here is what is, don't you go walking too long in the dark
here is what is, here is what is, smile a little to your sweetheart
here is what is, here is what is, don't you go walking too long in the dark
not fighting anymore:
i'm not fighting any more, i'm going to let it all slide
i'm going to let it run down, to my knees and my feet
going to give it all away, know what they say
'cause i know not alone, i'm not fighting any more
you can have what's left of this ragged frame
you can have what's left of this used up chain
i'm not fighting any more, want to let it all go
the mountain of a man, like the sun on the snow
i'm not fighting any more, going to let it all down
'cause this old town, don't know me anyhow
we don't own nothing any more, it's all passing back
let it all cry, let it run dry
i'm not fighting any more, i'm not keeping score
going to let it all fade, going to let it all wane
i'm not fighting any less, i see the sea
feel it in the chest, heard something in the breeze
now i know where i'm bound, some kind of ecstasy
that far away lonesome sound, picture you so pretty
now i know what i'm for, when my sweetness is there
crack of light on the door leaves nothing to compare
i'm not fighting any more
i'm not fighting any more
i'm not fighting any more
you can have what's left of this ragged frame
you can have what's left of this pain
i'm not fighting any more, want to let it all go
the mountain of a man, like the sun on the snow
i'm not fighting any more, i'm not keeping score
going to let it all fade, going to let it all wane, wane
beauty:
daniel lanois: i'm trying to make a film that's beautiful in itself, about beauty, about the, the source of the, of the art rather than everything that surrounds the art.
brian eno: yeah, yeah.
daniel lanois: and i was hoping that you might say a couple of words about that subject matter 'cause, you know, you've always operated in a relatively quiet way, and yet, you're like a, a world artist.
brian eno: well, i tell you, one thing i would say about your film is that, what would be really interesting for people to see, is how beautiful things grow out of shit. because nobody ever believes that. you know, everybody thinks that beethoven had his string quartets completely in his head. they'd somehow appeared there and formed in his head. before he, and all he had to do was write them down and they would kind of be manifest to the world. but i think what's, what's so interesting and what would really be a lesson that everybody should learn is that things come out of nothing. things evolve out of nothing. you know, the, the tiniest seed in the right situation turns into the most beautiful forest. and then the most promising seed in the wrong situation turns into nothing. and i think this would be important for people to understand, because it gives people confidence in their own lives to know that that's how things work. if you walk around with the idea that there are some people who are so gifted, they have these wonderful things in their head, but you're not one of them, you're just sort of a normal person, you could never do anything like that, then you live a different kind of life, you know. you, you could have another kind of life where you can say, where you say, well, i know that things come from nothing very much and start from unpromising beginnings, and i'm an unpromising beginning, and i could start something.
blue bus: instrumental
lovechild:
child
child
oh child
child
child trembling
you're forever flying in time
sweet, tender
wait, wait, oh child
child
harry
we're travelling at full speed and your heels are sliding down that muddy hollow
you've lost your grip and a distant call, this fever is nothing you can follow
desperation sends a shock to your brain, now you must fight
disintegrate the arms of your brutus with her light
harry, play for your angel tonight, your angel tonight
let the water pass, let the stranger feel your power and esteem
let them know your secrets, your passions none have ever seen
while the beauties and the bloodless trample at your mat
telling you, do it again but, harry, watch your back
harry, play for your angel tonight, your angel tonight
your messages are branded on a face that holds a desperate ugly scream
you've been running your charisma down the walls of a rusted dream machine
as you're laying there in your cuban heels there's not much coming in
no transmissions, nor interests, nor offers on your skin
harry, play for your angel tonight, your angel tonight
she always reaches deep and tells you she loves you from her lip
till you feel the silence escaping down to your fingertips
harry, play for your angel, come on, let's hear you sing
we want to see regret plummet down below the batting of her wing
remember what it was like to be driven to embrace
before the years took their toll on that pretty face
harry, play for your angel tonight, your angel tonight
she's coming tonight
harry, play for your angel, she's coming tonight
she's coming tonight
bells of oaxaca: instrumental
this may be the last time:
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
it may be my last time, i don't know
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
it may be my last time, i don't know
well, it may be the last time you hear me sing
it may be the last time, i don't know
well, it may be the last time you hear me sing
it may be the last time, i don't know
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
it may be my last time, i don't know
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
it may be my last time, i don't know
well, it may be the last time you hear me preach
it may be the last time, i don't know
well, it may be the last time you hear me preach
it may be the last time, i don't know
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
it may be my last time, i don't know
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
this may be my last time
it may be my last time, i don't know
oh yeah, it may be
it sure may be
smoke #6: instrumental
i like that:
give me hope, give me shelter, give me space skelter
give me room, give me chains, we stay in when it rains
and i like that, yeah, i like that
give me dreams, give me colours, ideas, crashing thunder
give me sleeves rolled up, a wild tongue and good luck
and i like that, yeah, i like that
give me words, give me rhymes, roller coaster, you give me time
that pull, that swallow, what hides deep in the hollow
and i like that, yeah, i like that
give me faces that i've never seen, take me places that have never been
you give me blues, you give me red, you give me time to share
and i like that, yeah, i like that
give me power, give me penance, in any situation you give me heaven
open up to the future and here, excavation without suture
and i like that, yeah, i like that
at sensation's gain, never long to wait
give me sun, you give me heat, you shimmy to the beat
you give me reasons to shout, you give me something to cry about
give me hope, give me shelter, give me space
give me room, give me chains, we stay in when it rains
and i like that, yeah, i like that
just like that, yeah, i like that
like that, just like that
duo glide:
paly jill rides the night
she sees your past in starlight
she hears a voice deep inside of her
leather strapping wheel of burning power
moves to the shimmy and tremble ride
under the guide of her duo glide
her duo glide
her duo glide
her duo glide
her duo glide
she will turn land back from the thieves
she wants her song in the trembling leaves
harmonising, free from columbus
without stench and gold rush
once the jail has broken for a land and patiee
and rather it turn her belly away
on her duo glide
her duo glide
her duo glide
her duo glide
her duo glide
her duo glide
her duo glide
her duo glide
bladesteel: instrumental
moondog:
moondog, i love you, love you so strong
and, moondog, i trust you, it's been a long
i trust you when it's corporate bound
in facelessness i know your sound
sweep all alone when there's dust
i need to lift the weight i must
better to feel than wait for them
better to feel than wait for them
two is a working just as easy to be kind
two is a working just as easy to be kind
and, moondog, i lay my face down the night
my sleep not gone, i hear your cries
in the army of peasants to the laughing gun
you reach me, moondog, you're the one
better to feel than wait for them
better to feel than wait for them
better to feel than wait for them
better to feel than wait for them
two is a working just as easy to be kind
two is a working just as easy to be kind
moondog, please send me a friend
a friend, moondog, please send
looking for a place in the world
i used to have a place in the world
better the horror in the whistling wind
better the part deep from within
i feel you in these moon rays
messages in the rest
better to feel than wait for them
better to feel than wait for them
two is a working just as easy to be kind
two is a working just as easy to be kind
two is a working just as easy to be kind
two is a working just as easy to be kind
hey, moondog
moondog, moondog
moondog
moondog
sacred and secular:
brian eno: so i'm an anti romantic, really, and it's part of being an atheist. it's another version of being an atheist that it's anti, anti this idea that it's outside of us rather than inside of us. it's all inside of us. i don't think there's anything, i don't think there's anything else actually. it's all in us. and, and it's, it's all in everyone too.
daniel lanois: yeah.
daryl johnson: it's all so connected. you know i'm not, for me, to think sacred and secular as being hard. it's just that it was always, it was always praise, you know, for me. i just never, i can never see it another way. music, you know, it's always this.
daniel lanois: the pedal steel guitar is my favourite instrument. i've been playing it since i was a kid. it takes me to a sacred place. it's my little church in a suitcase. that's what i like to call it. my church in a suitcase.
joy:
joy, joy, joy
joy, joy, joy
joy, joy, joy
on my way home i looked up at the sky
and the stars held up the night
destiny set me free, destiny
i miss the games we play
with innocence we place
oh yes, you still amaze me with your
joy, joy, joy
joy, joy, joy
joy, joy, joy
luna samba: instrumental
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