Brian Eno is MORE DARK THAN SHARK

LYRICS - THE SHIP

The Ship

The Ship was from the willing land
The waves about it roll

And as a globe of powder sand
We lift, we lose, we haul

The time is still
The sky is young
Drawn on towards the goal
And we are as the undescribed
Who take and lose control

Oh Hallelujah pray for me
The man who turned the war

My desert in a grain of sand
My life within a day

So smooth the stones that count the tides
The piper plays a reel

But we are as the undefined
Breaking on the wheel

When grey with time and bent with days
And pray the tie will hold

The sail is down the wind is gone
The sky is black with crows

A slave to hopes of destiny
Illusion of control

And we are as the unrefined
The waves about us roll

"Can I take the freedom and forget you?
How can it, form contractions
Don't talk that I'm frightened
Do I know exactly my husband?
That I Love You. We miss you, after that
Go get brethren (grab her then)
I still act"

"Go about it, a song
Another ghost, by himself, I like that
you are too polite
Cup
The thing
Hello
- No wait! -
Times
Come back
A man
Chance
In twos
A timer
The sand
Imp
Glass
Funny
Way
Stretched
Light up
The vibration
Awe
That pearly
What a waste
Of help
As Wave

Fickle Sun (i)

And on the day the work is done
We toil away in fickle sun
And on the day the wire is spun
And so the dismal work is done

All over here it's darkened still
A cumulus of pride and will
Dissolved in all the oil and steam
The will of all our hopeless schemes

The line is long, the line is great
And humans turning back to clay
Right there beneath the fickle sun
The empty eyes, the end begun

Oh, the crew is done
Now the boats are all astray
There's no one rowing anyway
There's no one rowing anymore

The end has come, the men ashore
All the boys are going down
Falling over, one night gone
All the boys are turned around

Long for soldiers everyone
All the boys are falling down
Fallen to ashes in the ground
When I was a young soldier

I turned my eyes directly to the sun
To burn off all that I had seen
To wipe away what I had to be
To be recast as something new

When I was a young soldier (The brittle foil, the breaks of light)
When I was a young soldier
(Click click click click)
When I was a young soldier
(Click click click click)
(And on the day the work is done)
(And on the day the chick had sung)
When I was a young soldier
(And on the day the wind had sung)
When I was a young soldier
(And on the day the work is done)
When I was a young soldier
(And on the day the chick had sung)
When I was a young soldier
(And on the day the wind had sung)
When I was a young soldier
(And on the day the work is done)
When I was a young soldier
(And on the day the chick had sung)
When I was a young soldier
(And on the day the wind had sung)
(When I was a young soldier)
When I was a young soldier
(When I was a young soldier)
(The brittle foil, the breaks of light)

(The brittle foil, the breaks of light)

Fickle Sun (ii) The Hour Is Thin

The hour is thin
Trafalgar Square is calm
Birds and cold, black dark
The final famine of a wicked sun
And the web that died yesterday

I was a hard-copy version
I turned my eyes directly to hate
Then, the hammer of toil, tired with what the world has yet brought forth
With the women waving at war
And the news that war is faith
Filled with tremendous cheering, leaping and night rings
Ding, dang and gongs

Who did not feel any purpose?
The phoenix broods, serene above the moment
You are fighting for I wonder what destiny
We waste away our hours and darken
Beneath the velvet of a strong optimism
Britain's most fateful hour is spun
Copy this point on a gong
Choirs
Like bells
Like a national truce
And the new sun
Where the air is something new
Men dream of a swell so high
Endeavour to get through the lies and the bees
To find something historians can rake out of the drums
And all that colour
And savagery

Boom
The dark
And the web that died yesterday

The phoenix broods, serene above the tower of time

Not enough boats
He admitted without shame
That he had entered the dreams of the named addressee
In the velvet of war

Well, lad
You've taken my heart away
I shall miss the grin of the cold, black sea

Before there ever was writing, they were taking up stones
To hurl at last stroke
But nobody looked back

There were soldiers
There was a cradle

The universe is required
Please notify the sun