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Brian Eno
by MGMT



So tired, soul searching
I follow the noises 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 the limestone crack,
not red, not blue, not yellow but black!

And all the space is left for yooouuu,
if the sky was synthesized, you'd probably know.

He taught me many things,
the wisdom of oblique strategies.
The prophet of a sapphire soul,
presented through creative freedoms.

And everything I say is truuueee,
'cause if I was telling lies, it'd probably show.

You can tell that he's kind of smiling,
but what does he know? (What does he know?)
We're always one step behind him,
he's Brian Eno (Brian Eno), Brian Eno! (Brian Eno!)

When I was stuck he'd make me
memorize elaborate curses.
Tictures and formulas, to ditch the chori,
and flip the verses.

My whole foundation came ungluuueeed,
when I tried to humanize by ambient light.

Dipping swords in metaphors, yeah,
but what does he know? (What does he know?)
We're always one step behind him,
he's Brian Eno (Brian Eno), 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 the ghostly glow, Brian Eno!

He's making sure that time's preserved,
while we reap what we sow, what does he know?
We're always one step behind him,
he's Brian Eno! (Brian Eno!)

Yeah, I can tell that he's doing well, yeah,
but what does he know? (What does he know?)
I'm always one step behind him,
he's Brian Eno! (Brian Eno!)

Dipping swords into metaphors, yeah,
but what does he know? (What does he know?)
I'd like to see him plant a forest,
'cause I don't know, Brian Eno!

I can tell that he's trying to smile,
but what does he know? (What does he know?)
I'll always be a step behind him,
Brian Eno! (Brian Eno!)

He's making sure that time's preserved,
while we reap what we sow, what does he know?
I'm always one step behind him,
'cause I don't know, Brian Eno!
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Lyrics submitted by Confucius.
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