Lyrics

Thanks to John Morrison for the help.
And James for the correction in Malpaso Man - makes sense.
Also thanks to FRANCIS for a better job of Visage.


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In The Year 2525

In the year of 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find

In the year of 3535
Can't tell the truth, can't tell no lie
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today

In the year of 4545
Won't need no teeth ,won't need your eyes
Won't find a thing to do
Nobody's gonna look at you

In the year of 5555
Your arms are hanging limp at your side
Your legs have nothing to do
Some machines doin' that for you

In the year of 6565
Won't need no husband, won't need no wife
You'll pick your sons, pick your daughters too
From the bottom of a long glass tube wouwo

In the year of 7510
If god is commin' he should make it by then
Maybe he'll look around and say:
"Now it's time for the judgement day!"

In the year of 8510
God is gonna shake his mighty hand
He'll leave a salient place where man has been
Or tear it down and start again wouwo

In the year of 9595
I'm wondering if man is gonna be alive
He's taken everything earth had to give
And he's put back nothing wouwo

Now it's been 10.000 years man has cried a million tears
For what he never knew now man's dream is through
But through eternal light the twinklin' of starlight
So very far away now it's night to yesterday

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Visage

New styles, New shapes
New modes, that's the role my passion takes
Oh my visage

Visuals, magazines, reflex styles
Past, future, in extreme

Oh my visage

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Blocks on Blocks

Reflections, of the river passing by
Reflections, of the place between the sky
It's too black, casting shadows
On the bridges built so close to that aura

Walking (to the sign) before my eyes
Dreaming (it's too late) to realise
Stop! You've gone too far this time
You're toying with reality

Blocks on blocks are all around
Neon lit for silent sound

Figures (in a doorway) in the night
Dancing (moving shadows) with the light
Talking to a stranger
On the bridges built so close to that aura

Standing, on a runway all alone
Listening, to an engine heading home
Crying, on the inside
Wishing I could get away from that aura

Lying, on the runway all alone
Listening to an engine heading home
Stop! you've gone too far this time
You're toying with reality

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The Dancer

(Instrumental)



Tar

Remember health warning
It's printed on the packet
Middle tar, low tar, high tar
Doesn't that make you die

Taking on out of the packet
It's just a force of habit
You know you cannot stop it
The why was the reason why

Nerves, nerves
Tension, tension
Addiction, addiction, addiction, addiction
Low tar, high tar

Nicotine stain on your finger
Try to wash off but it still linger
Cigarette holder just a joke
Don't really take bad away from smoke

Nerves, nerves
Tension, tension
Addiction, addiction, addiction, addiction
Low tar, high tar

Remember health warning
It's printed on the packet
Middle tar, low tar, high tar
Doesn't that make you die

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Fade to Grey

Devenions gris

One man on a lonely platform
One case sitting by his side
Two eyes staring cold and silent
Shows fear as he turns to hide

We fade to Grey

Un homme dans une gare isolee
Une valise a ses cotes
Des yeux fixes et froids
Motre de la peur lorsqu'il
Se tourne pour se cacher

We Fade to Grey

Sent la pluie comme un ete anglais
Comme les notes d'une chanson lointaine
Sortant de derriere d'un poster
Esperant que la vie ne fut si longue

Feel the rain like an English summer
Hear the notes from a distant song
Stepping out from a back drop poster
Wishing life wouldn't be so long

We Fade to Grey

Devenions gris

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Malpaso Man

Small cheroot
Black hat
Cold eyes

Pointed boot
No heart
Never cries

Hot sun
Desert sand
One man

On his own
Stands alone
Never ran

No ties
No claims
No name

Man of frenzy
Man of fortune
Man of fame

No show
Gotta go
Mexico

Every man
Wanna be
Malpaso

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Mind of a Toy

My painted face is chipped and cratcked
My mind seems to fade too fast
Clutching straws, sinking slow
Nothing lasts, nothing lasts

A puppets motions controlled by a string
By a stranger I've never met
A nod of the head and a pull of a thread
I can't say no, can't say no

When a child throws down a toy
When I was new you wanted me
Now I'm old you no longer see me
When a child throws down a toy
Spite for girl, hate for boy
When a child throws out a toy

I'm all dressed up and no where to go
On a music box that never stop
I'll dance for if you want me to
Move in time, move in time

A wooden head and a broken heart
Used, abused and torn apart
I gave you my best and you gave me the rest
It's time to die, time to die

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Ever thought -

Mind of a Toy

A puppets motions are controlled by a string
By a stranger they've never met
Nod of the head at a pull of a thread
I just can't say no, can't say no

When a child throws down a toy
Dolly for girl, drum for boy
When I was new you wanted me
Now I'm old you no longer see

The paint on my face is chipped and cracked
My clothes seems to be getting old
Now you've owned me for a few years
Please don't leave me in the cold

You make me glad, you make me sad
You lock me away when I'm bad
Now you've owned me for a few years
Please don't leave me in the cold, in the cold

When a child throws down a toy
Spite for girl, hate for boy
When a child throws down a toy
I look at you with eyes of blue
But somehow I can't get through to you

Original lyrics (1977)

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Moon Over Moscow

(Instrumental)



Visa-age

Name the place, for a rendez-vous
Name the time, and I'll get to you
Take a train, take a motorway
And take a plane, take it any day

And take a drink, as you leave the ground
Time to think, hearing headphone sound
Close your eyes, you're drifting far away
Realise, that you'll be home today

Visa-age
I know the place
I can't forget
I'll go direct

Leave the trash, of your life behind
It's time to move, shake those ties that bind
Letting go, all that's old and blue
You've gotta know, just where you're going to

So take a chance, and take a case in hand
We find romance, it's a far off land
Close your eyes, you're drifting far away
And realise, you could be there today

Visa-age
A different time
Another place
Destinations

I know you from somewhere
I know we've met

Visa-age
A different town
Another place
These destinations

So faint in the distance
A speck on the map
A stamp on my passport
No time to look back

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The Steps

(Instrumental)


We Move

We move, in mysterious ways
We move, slip and slide cut through the haze
And even as I stand in the room
Listening to all of the silence around
I feel disco and not so some tune
Beating inside make my feet touch the ground
Then we move

We move, as the music sways
We move, like the good book says
I feel my face reflected around
Hot on my heels closing in more and more
The piper plays a beckoning sound
Leading them on 'til their feet reach the floor
The we move

We dance, we dance, .......
Then we move

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Pleasure Boys

I realy don't know much better
There's nothing I can tell you
But that's something for me to know
And something for you to do

Put youself in my position
Think about it everyday
Give you solid facts, I want to hear the words
I want to hear what you have to say

You know my situation
The reality is true
But it's leisure time for the pleasure boys
And the pleasure boys are you

??? Leisure and conversation
All the boys are on the phone
Pleasure and relaxation
Everyone for everyone

Put youself in my position
Think about it everyday
Give you solid facts, I want to hear the words
I want to hear what you have to say

You know my situation
The reality is true
But it's leisure time for the pleasure boys
And the pleasure boys are you

You know!

This is a fun house
Some say a mad house
It's leisure, pleasure
And the boys are out the front

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The Damned Don't Cry

Travelling with no destination
No place to go
Nameless towns with faceless people
No place I know

Time to close my mind and drift off
To other scenes
Lose myself in glossy pages
Dull magazines

Moments pass by, oh so slowly
Makes me lonely too
Twisting street light, in the darkness
Makes me lonely too

Ah The Damned Don't Cry
No The Damned Don't Cry

Climbing smoke climbs upward slowly
Past my trembling face
I see myself in rain soaked windows
In a different place

Single heartbeats in the dim light
Makes me lonely too
Hearing sounds of celebrations
Makes me lonely too

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The Anvil

Lost amongst the crowd
On the torso's pumping iron
A man with a horn takes to the stage
The drum beat cracks in time

Harder and bolder the bodies move
Shoulder to shoulder skin feels smooth
Hot, sticky, still so cool
The crash of the anvil and the nightclub school

Watch the moving bodies
As they react to the sound
Feasting on the visions
See the figures going round

Graceful and flowing the fashion shows
Sensual and glowing the passion grows
Pick your playmate still so cool
The crash of the anvil and the nightclub school

Take it as it comes up
Leave it when it's done
Put a number in your matchbook
And call when you want fun

Living the nightlife to the end
Giving the right life like a friend
One more rover still so cool
The crash of the anvil and the nightclub school

Ah Nightclub School
Dance with me

Ah Nightclub School
Play with me

Ah Nightclub School
Stay with me

Ah Nightclub School
Ride with me

Ah Nightclub School
Have fun with me

Ah Nightclub School
Dance with me

Ah Nightclub School
The drumbeat cracks in time

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Move Up

Move Up !
To a different sound
To a higher ground
To a different key
With a melody
As the feeling grows
With the lights down low
When you hear the cry
Taste the alibi

Questioned once again
Drink the soothing cup
Said the liquid friend
Choose the rush to all

Move Up !
Kiss a tear goodbye
Cry a distant cry
Dance a daring dance
Take a 1-0 chance
Take your grasp on fate
Rise to heaven's gate
Stand above the rest
And take the lasting test

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Night Train

The message
In a faded envelope
In a vice-like grip

The passage
Of a carriage in the dark
On a foreign trip (again)

The image
Of a figure in the trees
In the evening rain

The knowledge
Of a stranger in your midst
On a speeding train (again)

Night train

He senses
Perfume lingers in the night
Smell of French cologne

He watches
As a hand turns down the light
Leaves him all alone (again)

He whispers
In a dim lit empty room
But it's all in vain

He laughs
When he reads the note he finds
On the midnight train (again)

Night train

Journey on the night train

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The Horseman

See him move 'cross the burning sand in the day sun
Watch the sweeping shadows span 'til the night comes
Man and beast in that ancient stance
It's the Horseman
Horseman!

Silhouetting the desert sky in a strange haze
Riding strong with the note, "I'm high in a strange daze"
Slowly he smiles, silently sighs, slither to black, shading his eyes
Nothing changes, nothing stops the Horseman
Horseman!

The race is on again, the pace is on again
The moves are from the reign,
The straps are pulling hard, the sweat is running hot
The light is dimming fast
His task is almost done, this race is almost won
His journey nears it's end
Fool, passionate delight, cuts through his heart tonight
He screams all night!

Ah The Horseman (Oh the Horseman)

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Look What They've Done

Hey, look there
So strange
Through the walls, I can hear them talk about
Someone who, sounds alot like me
Whispers so soft (It really doesn't matter)
Whispers so clear (It really doesn't matter)
What have they done to me ?

Behind their hands, I can see them smile at me
Tell about everything I do
Pulling me down (It really doesn't matter)
Underground
What have they done to me?

The pain, it's so strange
It's not the same, It's so strange

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Again We Love

My shining hour has come upon me here
The moment lingers in my room
These words of mad music ringing clear
I drink them in but it's gone too soon
We cry, We sigh, Again we love

And in my sweating palm, I hold the key
The image deja-vu's again
My head is spinning with a rhapsody
The moment's over but it's not the end
We cry, We sigh, Again we love

These passing shapes feel so cool to me
The taste of perfume in the air
The crystal shimmer of a blue sea
Sun kissed beaches, but there's no one there
We cry, We sigh, Again we love

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Wildlife

Wildlife, One life, My life, Nightlife

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Whispers

show me, yes, go on, no you, alright
wake up, they're moving, they can hear us
I know they can hear us....

wake up, wake up, wake up

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I'm Still Searching

Where do we go?
Not sure if I know
But still in my mind
I'm still searching

Drive through the city
The light guides my way
It leads me to
Another avenue

Through the empty streets
As the night meets the day
But still in my mind
I look but don't find
I'm still searching

Still searching for something
I won't give in
Still trying to find
And still in my mind
I'm still searching

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Motivation

(Instrumental)



Beat Boy

The siren screams to start the day
You get up early to earn your pay
Push the button throw that switch
Turbines roar their unholy pitch

I listen I can hear
Pounding like thunder
Pistons push the steel on steel
Steam filled air turns the wheel
The wheel in turn takes the strain
Pounds the beat again and again

Metal on metal
The feeling of steel
Someone is driving
But you've got the wheel

The workers sing the same old song
Machines in motion they're never wrong
You think in time you will be free
But a factory man is what you'll be

I listen I can hear
Pounding like thunder
Pistons push the steel on steel
Steam filled air turns the wheel
The wheel in turn takes the strain
Pounds the beat again and again

Angry young men look to the west
Speak for yourself you'll pass the test
Fortune beholds the brave so they say
Questions unanswered the risk they might pay
I listen I can hear
Pounding like thunder

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Casualty

At 17 you're in a world of your own
You think that no-one quite understands
Your mother is telling you to stay at home
Your father has quite different plans

 

You've packed your bags and you're ready to leave
Like so many times before
You leave the envelope on the kitchen table
As you turn the key of the door

 

I'm so sorry but you'll never understand
But you've never had the problems that I've had
And I think that I can make it
But life is just a game
And I'm dealing all my aces
While I grit my teeth in pain

 

I'm not a casualty (Hey boy)
I'm not a number (Do you really care?)

I'm looking through glossy magazines
They make it look oh so real
But my life isn't quite right just now
Who knows just how I feel

Another tube station and a false address
Know where to sleep tonight
Another false friend who smiles and smiles
And smiles through his evil eyes

I'm so sorry but you'll never understand
But you've never had the problems that I've had
And I think that I can make it
But life is just a game
And I'm dealing all my aces
While I grit my teeth in pain

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Questions

Questions more questions
Run round in my head
No answers solutions
Illusions instead
As I walk alone
And I picture the past
The very beginning I ask yes I ask

The face may be gone
But the scent lingers on
Don't deny
No place can I go
My hopelessness shows in my eyes

Questions more questions
Never ending they seem
My passion my heart
Ripped out at the seams
Like a jigsaw in pieces
I have all the parts
To put them together
More a feat than a task

Questions...

Where can I go

I remember so well
Like a child sees the past
You rejected my passion
Ripped out my heart
Questions, questions
Tormenting myself
Disillusioned and broken
Like a toy on a shelf
Like a child in the corner
With my head in my hands
Rejected I wonder
Through life's empty lands

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Only The Good (Die Young)

A blade in the back, don't please attack
A knife in your back, won't fight back
A blade in our back, go go attack
A knife in your back, please fight back
Harder they come run boy run
Fight fight stand by your rights
He's too young to die, he hopes but still tries
And that what a rebel cried

Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Survive staying alive
Alive we will survive
Only the good die young

Crawl into a coffin six feet in the ground
Down down don't want him around
Don't break his bones find he's not stone
You know you'll never hurt him
Stronger they come they think they have
But no they haven't killed him
Life without time, that just a crime
A life time without mercy
You said to achieve it's not just a dream
But the good die young

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Can You Hear Me

I can never tell you
I can't speak the truth
From my window I see darkness
From my past my youth

Alone I'm alone again
Here in my room
More tears are shed for yesterday
For you...

Tell me tell me tell me
The screaming children cry
Like flowers in the water
Without it they would die

Listen to me, hear my words
Can you hear me,
The voices in the garden calling
For you...
I'm alone
Alone again
The screaming children calling
Like angels voices, crying

Tell me tell me tell me
The screaming children cry
Like flowers in the water
Without it they would die

Can you hear me...

Whispering voices echo nothing
They wish to speak to you
Nothing but sweet nothing
Spoken if only they'd speak the truth
Spoken if only they'd speak the truth

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The Promise

The promise:
You said it would come true
The proof:
The making up to you
Pride:
Hold your head up high
You've got them on your side
Please don't run please don't hide

Promises it's your life

The jury:
Decided it for you
Decisions:
Maybe they're untrue
Sometimes:
You've got to give and take
Hurry-up:
It's make or break
It's time:
Time to live live your life

Promises, promises
They sound good to me
Make your wish
And count to three

Promises, promises
Promise me, I'll promise you
??????
And count to two

Lately:
Are you takin' wrong advice
Suggestions:
Maybe wrong maybe right
Remember:
You're takin' nothing for granted
Your past your present life maybe tainted
But remember it's your life

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Love Glove

Love change we change
One cheque for love
One lost glove
Never to reappear
Gone forever with the change
Oh it's such a shame
Nothing's true anymore

Give me the love glove
I'll give you love
For a certain price
Give me the love glove
I'll give you love
Gamble and sacrifice

Love I'll give you money
Sweet as sugar pure as honey
Hey don't walk away
You won't have to pay
Love I'll give you gold
Gold you pay the price
I throw the dice
Gamble risk sacrifice

Love has changed to you
Who's got the glove
I've got the cheque
One cheque for love
I've got the glove who pays the price

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Yesterday's Shadow

Today or tomorrow
Who can tell at all
The tears and the sorrow
Can you hear them call

Walk - walk away
Turn against it all
But still, still tomorrow
It's backs against the wall

See - can you see
All around us pain
Look deep inside
But still it's still the same

Index


She's a Machine

(Instrumental - essentially)


Visage Intro.

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