Song Of The Week (The Heuristics Of The Mystics)

Not only am I posting a song which I’ve memorized more deeply than a lullabye, I am posting the lyrics. Brian Eno and Frank Black are my favorite songwriters, just for the sheer meandering puzzle of their lyrics. Plus, once you’ve got them memorized, the songs are great for loud singing alonging.

I’ve reached that tipping point age where I don’t want to hear any more new music and I just want to replay all the records from that one period in my life when the Best Music of All Time was being made: Brian Eno, Roxy Music, Stranglers, PiL, Killing Joke, Throbbing Gristle, etc., etc.

So, anyhoosgow (as my friend Jim likes to say), Brian Eno is my friend. I even got to see him lecture once at UC Berkeley and had a short conversation with him. (I wonder if it’s significant that my grandfather interviewed Alexander Kerensky, president of Russia’s interim government after the Revolution. The interview was broadcast on KPFA, the UC-Berkeley station and recorded on vinyl. I suppose the significance is purely hypothetical. But this is a good example of why it’s taking me so damn long to write this book. And why you, kids, should never take acid. Coincidence and acid make the baby Jesus cry.)

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 a vine.

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1 comment to Song Of The Week (The Heuristics Of The Mystics)

  • I’m ashamed to say my Brian Eno is limited. I always laugh foolishly when I hear “Baby’s on fi-errr, better throw her in the wa-terrr” though. I can’t wait to hear the song of the week when I get home.