Brian Eno - Cindy Tells Me Lyrics
Cindy tells me, the rich girls are weepingCindy tells me, theyve given up sleeping aloneAnd now theyre so confused by their new freedomsAnd she tells me theyre selling up their maisonettesLeft the hotpoints to rust in the kitchenettesAnd theyre saving their labour for insane reading.Some of them lose - and some of them loseBut thats what they want - and thats what they chooseIts a burden - such a burdenOh what a burden to be so relied on.Cindy tell me, what will they do with their livesLiving quietly like labourers wivesPerhaps theyll re-acquire those things theyve all disposed of.