DEAD FINKS DON'T TALK

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  • Oh cheeky cheeky
    Oh naughty sneaky
    You're so perceptive
    And I wonder how you knew.

    But dead finks don't walk too well (oh no)
    A bad sense of direction (oh no)
    And so they stumble round in threes (oh no)
    Such a strange collection.

    Oh, you headless chicken
    Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
    You're always so charming
    As you make your way up here.

    And dead finks don't dress too well
    No discrimination
    To be a zombie all the time
    Requires such dedication.

    "Oh please sir, will you let it go by,
    'Cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied
    In my place the stuff is all there
    I've been ever so sad for a very long time.

    My my, they wanted the works:
    Can you this? and that? I never got a letter back
    More fool me, bless my soul
    More fool me, bless my soul."

    Oh perfect masters
    They thrive on disasters
    They all look so harmless
    Till they find their way up here.

    But dead finks don't talk too well
    They've got a shaky sense of diction
    It's not so much a living hell
    It's just a dying fiction.
They just don't write 'em like that anymore! :cool:
 

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enoweb lyrics
  • ?Dead Finks Don?t Talk is the most randomly generated of my songs. I wrote the lyrics at home with my girl-friend with a cassette of the backing track from the studio. I sang whatever came into my mind as the song played through. Frequently they?re just nonsense words or syllables. First I try for the correct phonetic sound rather than the verbal meaning. Off the top I was singing ?oh-dee-dow-gubba-ring-ge-dow.? So I recorded these rubbish words and then I turned them back into words. It?s the exact opposite of the technique used in phonetic poetry where words are changed into pure sounds. I take sounds and change them into words.

    ?Dead Finks is not about Bryan Ferry. After all the music was recorded and the words written, Chris Thomas (my producer and Roxy?s as well) said, ?you?ll get me shot for that track. It?s obviously about Bryan.? So I listened back to it and it obviously was. It was certainly something I hadn?t realised. Essentially all these songs have no meaning that I invested in them. Meanings can be generated within their own frame-work. It may be a very esoteric thing to talk about but I don?t think it?s entirely out of the question.? -- Brian Eno, 1973
Here Come the Warm Jets
  • Brian Eno's solo debut, Here Come the Warm Jets, is a spirited, experimental collection of unabashed pop songs on which Brian Eno mostly reprises his Roxy Music role as "sound manipulator," taking the lead vocals but leaving much of the instrumental work to various studio cohorts (including ex-Roxy Music mates Phil Manzanera and Andy Mackay, plus Robert Fripp and others). Brian Eno's compositions are quirky, whimsical, and catchy, his lyrics bizarre and often free-associative, with a decidedly dark bent in their humor ("Baby's on Fire," "Dead Finks Don't Talk"). Yet the album wouldn't sound nearly as manic as it does without Brian Eno's wildly unpredictable sound processing; he coaxes otherworldly noises and textures from the treated guitars and keyboards, layering them in complex arrangements or bouncing them off one another in a weird cacophony. Avant-garde yet very accessible, Here Come the Warm Jets still sounds exciting, forward-looking, and densely detailed, revealing more intricacies with every play.
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