Every Mother/step Up Lyrics - Brian Eno

Something went badly wrong. 

At first we didn't notice. We got used to bumping about together and stepping 

on each other's toes. Funny how that happens. 

We felt it in different ways. Some people thought they were getting bigger or 

their skin was over-sensitive and they needed to insulate themselves with 

something. But others felt squeezed, choked, and confined and sought open 

spaces which they never found. 

But the world was getting smaller and smaller. It was like a balloon going 

down. Everything getting tiny, brighter, more intense and squashed up together. 

It was cluttered, uncomfortable - you couldn't find anywhere to sit down. 

I was everybody's mother in nightly tears before the television news. My 

children in floods, sackings and revolution. It was all going sour. It was all 

going sour. 

I was scrubbing individual stones on a huge beach. I was making sandwiches for 

the whole of Somalia. I was shouting 'Fire!' in a thousand languages. I was 

plugging a million dykes with my failing fingers. I was baking languages in a 

million fires. I extended trillions of fine wires. I was scrubbing fingers upon 

a beach in Wales. I was firing nights... 

I was suddenly very tired. 

How do I miss you. Really miss you. 

(indecipherable)... 

In one bigger bay 

You gave all the frozen wind 

You gave them away 

Set up, boy, set up 

The boys set up for the show 

No one who was there last night 

Gave out or ought to know 

Set up, boy 

Set up my boys 

Below that river bend 

It's all that we take care of 

It's all we have to show