Backwater
Composer(s): Brian Eno
Performer(s): Brian Eno
Backwater
Were sailing at the edges of time
Backwater
Were drifting at the waterline
Oh were floating in the coastal waters
You and me and the porters daughters
Ooh what to do not a sausage to do
And the shorter of the porters daughters
Dips her hand in the deadly waters
Ooh what to do in a tiny canoe
Black water
There were six of us but now we are five
Were all talking
To keep the conversation alive
There was a senator from ecuador
Who talked about a meteor
That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru
And was found by a conquistador
Who took it to the emperor
And he passed it on to a Turkish guru
His daughter
Was slated for becoming divine
He taught her
He taught her how to split and define
But if you study the logistics
And heuristics of the mystics
You will find that their minds rarely move in a line
So its much more realistic
To abandon such ballistics
And resign to be trapped on a leaf in a vine
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