Artist: brian eno
Song: the true wheel
We are the 801, we are the central shaft
And we are here to let you
Take advantage of our lack of craft
Certain streets have certain corners
Sooner or later we'll turn yours
We are the 801, we are the central shaft
And thus throughout two years
We've crossed the ocean in our little craft, row, row, row
Now we're on the telephone
Making final arrangements, ding ding
We are the 801, we are the central shaft
Looking for a certain ratio
Someone must have left it underneath the carpet
Looking up and down the radio
Oh, oh, nothing there this time
Looking for a certain ratio
Someone said they saw it parking in a car lot
Looking up and down the radio
Oh, oh, nothing there this time
Going back down to the rodeo
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, here we go
We are the table, the captain's table
Let's get it understood
Let's get it understood
We are the losers, we are the cruisers
Let's get it understood
Let's get it understood
We are the diners, the final diners
Let's get it understood
Let's get it understood
Most of us are tinkers
Some of us, tailors
And we've got candlesticks
And lots of cocktail sticks
We saw the lovers the modern lovers
And they looked very good
They looked as if they could
We are the neighbors the noisy neighbors
We think just like you would
We think just like you should
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
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