Backwater — текст песни (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.