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Most of the day
We were at the machinery
In the dark sheds
That the seasons ignore
I held the levers that guided the signals to the radio
But the words I receive, random code, broken fragments from before.


Out in the trees
My reason deserting me
All the dark stars
Cluster over the bay.


Then in a certain moment
I lose control and at last I am part of the machinery.


(The belldog) Where are you?
And the light disappears
As the world makes its circle through the sky.

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The Belldog
Brian Eno



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