Lletres: Brian Eno. The Great Pretender.

Monica sighed rolled on to her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered

She was moved by his wheels she was just up from wales
He was fueled by her coals and he was coming to catch her

Lose the sense of time nail down the blinds
And in the succulent dark there's a sense of ending

Joking aside the mechanical bride
Has fallen prey to the great pretender

Let me just point out discreetly though you never learn
All those tawdry late night weepies I could make you weep more cheaply

As the empty moon enamels Monica with spoons and candles
Bangs around without the light on furniture to get it right on

Settled in a homely fish pool hung with little eels
Often thinks that travel widens stay at home, the trout obliges

Monica sighed rolled on to her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered