paroles de chanson Backwater - Brian Eno
Backwater
We′re
sailing
at
the
edges
of
time
Backwater
We're
drifting
at
the
waterline
Oh,
we′re
floating
in
the
coastal
waters
You
and
me
and
the
porter's
daughters
Ooh
what
to
do,
not
a
sausage
to
do
And
the
shorter
of
the
porter's
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
We′re
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
it′s
much
more
realistic
To
abandon
such
ballistics
And
resign
to
be
trapped
on
a
leaf
in
the
vine
So
it's
much
more
realistic
To
abandon
such
ballistics
And
resign
to
be
trapped
on
a
leaf
in
the
vine
Backwater
We′re
sailing
at
the
edges
of
time
Backwater
We're
drifting
at
the
waterline
Oh,
we′re
floating
in
the
coastal
waters
You
and
me
and
the
porter's
daughters
Ooh
what
to
do,
not
a
sausage
to
do
And
the
shorter
of
the
porter′s
daughters
Dips
her
hand
in
the
deadly
waters
Ooh
what
to
do,
in
a
tiny
canoe
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