Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Here Come the Warm Jets
by Brian Eno

[Further] we make claims on [our teas]
[Dawn inner here] for we've nowhere to be
Nowhere to be
Nowhere to be

[Father stains], we're all on our knees
Down on our words and we've nothing to be
Nothing to be
Nothing to be

Further down we're all on our [sails]
[Paid to upheed] though we've nothing these days
Nothing these days
Nothing these days

[Further still, their stall in a daze]
We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say...

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRIAN ENO

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on specific lyrics, highlight them
Comments from YouTube:


Listening to these 70's Eno songs is like finding a $100 bill in an old jacket.

Stan Mann

I don't smoke weed these days because I want this music to fill up my dreams.

Stan Mann

Fiat currency doesn't matter when you have Eno.

Sue Goodwin

That's a great way to put it!

0075667 2



I can't believe that Brian Eno invented shoegazing.

Stuck In The Past Productions

I've listed to Eno for many years and only discovered "shoegazing" 3 days ago by coming across Slowdive's "Sleep". The emotion it stirred instantly took me back to to this track.

Jeffrey Wendt

He invented ambient and collaborated with Fripp, not surprising after all.


Most of the primordial aesthetic for Loveless here..

Bruce Luett

@Connor Chapman Were on our own place to pee!

More Comments

More Videos