Brian Eno
Seven Deadly Finns
Oh, the French girls with their strings of pearlsThink it's such a burning shameThat the local boys with their country joysNever make them daisy chainsThey're swapping disappointing incidentsWhile at the docks another ship pulls inAnd suddenly the door breaks down [celebratory shouts]It's the Seven Deadly Finns!Oh soldiers and sailorsHave all been here beforeGigolos and governmentsHave tumbled through that doorBecause they need those French girlsWith all their kiss-curlsAnd powder in their gunsAnd the Seven Finns with the deadly grinsTend to measure beauty in tonsThe first is a freak with a masochistic streakAnd the second is a kitten up a treeThe third is a flirt with an awful print skirtAnd the fourth is pretending to be MESongtexteThe fifth wears a mac and never turns his backAnd the sixth never shows his eyesBut the Seventh Deadly Finn is so tall and slimHe shoulda never been with THOSE guysAlthough variety is the spice of lifeA steady rhythm is the sauceSimplicity's the crucial thingSystemically of course(work it out like Norbert Weiner)So when those French girls say to you"Would you like your ashes raked?"You'll have to take their word for itIt's the only thing to take[Repeated, wild yodeling over fade-out]
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