Dead Finks Don't Talk Lyrics
Oh naughty sneaky
You're so perceptive
And I wonder how you knew.
A bad sense of direction (oh no)
And so they stumble round in threes (oh no)
Such a strange collection.
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You're always so charming
As you make your way up here.
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication.
'Cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I've been ever so sad for a very long time.
Can you this? and that? I never got a letter back
More fool me, bless my soul
More fool me, bless my soul."
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find their way up here.
They've got a shaky sense of diction
It's not so much a living hell
It's just a dying fiction.
Brian Eno said that when he read the lyrics after writing the song, he noted that this song was about Bryan Ferry.
It is and it isn't. Here's what Eno said about it:
“Dead Finks Don’t Talk” is the most randomly generated of my songs. I wrote the lyrics at home with my girl-friend with a cassette of the backing track from the studio. I sang whatever came into my mind as the song played through. Frequently they’re just nonsense words or syllables. First I try for the correct phonetic sound rather than the verbal meaning. Off the top I was singing ‘oh-dee-dow-gubba-ring-ge-dow.’ So I recorded these rubbish words and then I turned them back into words. It’s the exact opposite of the technique used in phonetic poetry where words are changed into pure sounds. I take sounds and change them into words.
“Dead Finks” is not about Bryan Ferry. After all the music was recorded and the words written, Chris Thomas (my producer and Roxy’s as well) said, ‘You’ll get me shot for that track. It’s obviously about Bryan.’ So I listened back to it and it obviously was. It was certainly something I hadn’t realized. Essentially all these songs have no meaning that I invested in them. Meanings can be generated within their own frame-work. It may be a very esoteric thing to talk about but I don’t think it’s entirely out of the question.
serendipitous assemblage of vocal timbres + a prosody to go with every instance. particularly fond of "perfect Masters" synthetic baritone.
I wonder how it could be about Brian Ferry?
The Ferry story is very interesting. The subconscious is a powerful thing. For me, however, the lyrics always seem to suggest politicians, lobbyists, and professional sycophants. Or as Jay Besemer put it: "powerful crooks posing as victims, self-sanctifying enablers stroking egos on the imaginary route to their heaven."
It even sounds like he's doing an impression of Ferry on the line: "As you peck your way up there".