Brian Peter George St John le Baptiste de la Salle Eno, RDI (born Brian Peter George Eno, 15 May 1948) is an English musician, record producer, visual artist, and theorist best known for his pioneering work in ambient music and contributions to rock, pop, and electronica. A self-described "non-musician", Eno has helped introduce unique conceptual approaches and recording techniques to contemporary music. He has been described as one of popular music's most influential and innovative figures.
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From [email protected] Sun Apr 27 11:29:04 1997 Date: Wed, 23 Apr 97 09:45:31 EDT From: Gary Von Colln To: [email protected] Subject: CRD: Golden Hours
GOLDEN HOURS Brian Eno, from album Another Green Word Music transcribed by Gary Von Colln
C - Em - C - Em - D - G - (2x)
CEm The passage of time is flicking dimly upon the screen. CEm I can't see the lines I used to think I could read between. DG Perhaps my brains have turned to sand.
CEm Oh me oh my I think it's been an eternity. CEm You'd be suprised at my degree of uncertainty DG How can moments go so slow
CEm Several times I've seen the evening slide away. CEm Watching the signs taking over from the fading day. DG Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled.
Solo
CEm Several times I've seen the evening slide away. CEm Watching the signs taking over from the fading day. DG Changing water into wine.
CEm Several times I've seen the evening slide away CEm Watching the signs taking over from the fading day. DG Putting grapes back on the vine.
Background words for last two verses:
Who would believe what a poor set of eyes can show you. Who would believe what an innocent voice could do Never a silence always a face at the door.
Who would believe what a poor set of ears can tell you. Who would believe what a weak pair of hands can do. Never a silence always a foot in the door.