The post that was quoted here has been removedFunny, my wife was complaining yesterday how:
1.) It's all I ever listen to (not true, but who can argue?), and
2.) It's just the same thing over and over (see parenthetical response above).
I've resigned to only listen when the house is empty. Freaking Philistines.
Brian Eno by MGMT
So tired
Soul searching
I followed the sounds to a cathedral
Imagine my surprise to find that they were produced by Brian Eno
Past the gates
Quite stark
The roses trimmed and the windows dark
I see the walls through a limestone crack
not red not blue not yellow but black
And all the space is left for you
If the sky was synthesized, he'd probably know
He taught me many things
The wisdom of bleak strategems
The prophet of a sapphire soul
Presented through creative freedoms
And everything I say is true
'Cause if I was telling lies it'd probably show
I can tell that he's kind of smiling but what does he know?
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno!
Brian Eno!
When I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses
Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses
My whole foundation came unglued
When i tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know?
We're always one step behind him he's Brian Eno!
Brian Eno!
He promised pretty worlds and all the silence I could dream of
Brian peter George St John Le Baptiste De La Salle Eno
Well, all alone by the oldest stone where the shade trees grow (What does he know?)
The creature by the water feature with a ghostly glow (Brian Eno!)
He's making sure that time's preserved well we reap what we sow (What does he know?)
We're always one step behind him he's Brian Eno! (Brian Eno!)