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Posted by obsidian on February 19, 2008, at 21:49:11
"She said as she tumbled the baby in:
There, little baby, go sink or swim,
I brought you into the world, what more should I do?
Do you expect me always to be responsible for you?"
Posted by Sigismund on February 20, 2008, at 14:43:13
In reply to Stevie Smith - 'She said....', posted by obsidian on February 19, 2008, at 21:49:11
Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing
Like a heifer to the slaughterBaby's on fire
And all the laughing boys are bitching
Waiting for photos
Oh the plot is so bewitchingRescuers row row
Do your best to change the subject
Blow the wind blow blow
Lend some assistance to the objectPhotographers snip snap
Take your time she's only burning
This kind of experience
Is necessary for her learningIf you'll be my flotsam
I could be half the man I used to
They said you were hot stuff
And that's what Baby's been reduced to...Juanita and Juan
Very clever with maraccas
Making their fortunes
Selling second-hand tobaccoesJuan dances at Chico's
And when the clients are evicted
He empties the ashtrays
And pockets all that he's collectedBut Baby's on fire!
And all the instruments agree that
Her temperature's rising
But any idiot would know that.It has an excellent guitar solo by Robert Fripp.
From 'Here Come the Warm Jets'.
Posted by obsidian on February 20, 2008, at 19:59:59
In reply to Brian Eno....Baby's on Fire, posted by Sigismund on February 20, 2008, at 14:43:13
hmmm...interesting poem
feels cruel?? in parts
tell me what it's about?
-sid
Posted by Sigismund on February 21, 2008, at 1:23:34
In reply to Re: Brian Eno....Baby's on Fire » Sigismund, posted by obsidian on February 20, 2008, at 19:59:59
You dunno "Here Come the Warm Jets"?
I think it and "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy" are 2 of the 10 best albums in 30 years, which sounds like a nice preemptory judgement.
Yes, it's all about cruelty. Absolutely.
He has a way of using the smallest things (like nursery rhymes) and building them into really luscious landscapes.
Here is the infamous 'Put a Straw under Baby'
Put a straw under baby,
Your good deed for the day
Put a straw under baby,
Keep the splinters away.Let the corridors echo,
As the dark places grow
Hear Superior's footsteps
On the landing below.There's a place in the orchard
Where no-one dare go
The last one who went there
Turned into a crow.Turned into a crow, crow,
Turned into a crow
The last one who went there
Turned into a crow.There's a brain in the table,
There's a heart in the chair
And they all live in Jesus,
It's a family affair.
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