Brian Eno // By This River [from emptiness to waters]

Here we are 

Stuck by this river, 

You and I 

Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down 

Ever falling down.

Through the day 

As if on an ocean 

Waiting here, 

Always failing to remember why we came, came, came: 

I wonder why we came. 

You talk to me 

as if from a distance 

And I reply 

With impressions chosen from another time, time, time, 

From another time.

Ambient 1/Music For Airports

Roxy Music // In Every Dream Home a Heartache [artificial love and the semi-emptiness of opulence]

In every dream home a heartache

And every step I take

Takes me further from heaven

Is there a heaven?

I`d like to think so

Standards of living

They're rising daily

But home oh sweet home

It's only a saying

From bell push to faucet

In smart town apartment

The cottage is pretty

The main house a palace

Penthouse perfection

But what goes on

What to do there

Better pray there

Open plan living

Bungalow ranch style

All of its comforts

Seem so essential

I bought you mail order

My plain wrapper baby

Your skin is like vinyl

The perfect companion

You float my new pool

De luxe and delightful

Inflatable doll

My role is to serve you

Disposable darling

Can't throw you away now

Immortal and life size

My breath is inside you

I'll dress you up daily

And keep you till death sighs

Inflatable doll

Lover ungrateful

I blew up your body

But you blew my mind

Oh Those Heartaches

Dreamhome Heartaches

For Your Pleasure [Vinyl]

David Bowie // Lady Grinning Soul [she Drove a beetle car]

She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you

Skin sweet with musky oil

The lady from another grinning soul

Cologne she'll wear. Silver and Americard

She'll drive a beetle car

And beat you down at cool Canasta

And when the clothes are strewn don't be afraid of the room

Touch the fullness of her breast. Feel the love of her caress

She will be your living end

She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you

But she won't stake her life on you

How can life become her point of view

And when the clothes are strewn don't be afraid of the room

Touch the fullness of her breast. Feel the love of her caress

She will be your living end

She will be your living end

She will be your living end

She will be your living end

She will be your living end

david bowie pinups vinyl lp

The Divine Comedy // A Lady of a Certain Age [getting older by Lake Geneva]

Back in the day you had been part of the smart set

You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets

From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri

In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy

You sipped camparis with David and Peter

At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva

Scaling the dizzy heights of high society

Armed only with a cheque-book and a family tree

You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur

Until the light of youth became obscured

And left you on your own and in the shade

An English lady of a certain age

And if a nice young man would buy you a drink

You'd say with a conspiratorial wink

"You wouldn't think that I was seventy"

And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!"

You had to marry someone very very rich

So that you might be kept in the style to which

You had all of your life been accustomed to

But that the socialists had taxed away from you

You gave him children, a girl and a boy

To keep your sanity a nanny was employed

And when the time came they were sent away

Well that was simply what you did in those days

You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur

Until the light of youth became obscured

And left you on your own and in the shade

An English lady of a certain age

And if a nice young man would buy you a drink

You'd say with a conspiratorial wink

"You wouldn't think that I was sixty three"

And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!

Your son's in stocks and bonds and lives back in Surrey

Flies down once in a while and leaves in a hurry

Your daughter never finished her finishing school

Married a strange young man of whom you don't approve

Your husband's hollow heart gave out one Christmas Day

He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles

And so you come here to escape your little flat

Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how

You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur

Until the light of youth became obscured

And left you all alone and in the shade

An English lady of a certain age

And if a nice young man would buy you a drink

You'd say with a conspiratorial wink

"You wouldn't think that I was fifty three"

And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!

Bang Goes The Knighthood

Grandaddy // AM 180 [the wise teen-age]

Don’t change your name

Keep it the same

For fear I may lose you again

I know you won't

It's just that I

Am unorganized

And I want to find you

When something good happens

If you come down

We'll go to town

I haven't been there for years

But I’d be fine

Wasting our time

Not doing anything here

Just doing nothing

We’ll sit for days

And talk about things

Important to us like whatever

We'll defuse bombs

And walk marathons

And take on whatever, together

Sophtware Slump