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Transit (with Fennesz) Lyrics
Transit
I have listened repeatedly
I have listened very well
No one interrupts the harmful
When theyíre speaking
To wonder why of Europe
Say your goodbyes to Europe
Swallow the lie of Europe
Our shared history dies with Europe
(follow me, won't you follow me?)
A futureís hinting at itself
Do you fear what I fear?
All those names of ancestry
Too gentle for the stones they bear
Someone somewhere wants to see you
Someone's traveling towards us all
To wonder why of Europe
To live, love, and cry in Europe
Say your goodbyes to Europe
Our history dies with Europe
(follow me, wonít you follow me?)
The lights are dimming
The lounge is dark
The best cigarette is saved for last
We drink alone
We drink alone
I have listened very well
No one interrupts the harmful
When theyíre speaking
Say your goodbyes to Europe
Swallow the lie of Europe
Our shared history dies with Europe
Do you fear what I fear?
All those names of ancestry
Too gentle for the stones they bear
Someone's traveling towards us all
To live, love, and cry in Europe
Say your goodbyes to Europe
Our history dies with Europe
The lounge is dark
The best cigarette is saved for last
We drink alone
We drink alone
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"Transit" stands out in Venice due to its being the only track with lyrics, by David Sylvian for that matter. It's not their first collaboration, since Fennesz had already appeared in Sylvian's Blemish. The song appears to be an elegy for Europe, and as always when this is the case, has somehow to do with fascism; as in the works of artists as varied as Ernst, Jean Renoir or one of Sylvian's greatest influences, Scott Walker. Various drones, buzzes and glitches flow underneath the metallic sonic explosions, which accentuate Sylvian's dismay in the face of that which is travelling towards us all.
I think this combo really works well, and the lyrics are for the most part great. The only part I could do without is the last stanza, with the somewhat banal smoking, drinking etc. mythology. This is what separates Walker from his followers: he never has to tell us "how he feels", he lets his objects do the talking.