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Forces Darling
03:15
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There’s a storm over Europe
There’s a storm in your heart
And you’re hanging round nightclubs
Cos you want to be part, be part of it.
And you mother don’t like it
Cos she’s seen you around
And you work in munitions
And you keep the country moving, moving
Oh, you never told me
You were a Forces Darling
From the factory to the dancefloor
In the 1940s
It’s a kitchen sink drama
But the plot’s wearing thin
And the boys have got nylon
So you want to get in, get in with them.
Oh, you never told me
You were a Forces Darling
From the factory to the dancefloor
In the 1940s
Before I met you
You cut your fringe tight, just like Veronica
That was just a publicity stunt
For the girls back home
I saw you walk under moonlight
Clutching a rose in your hand
Arm in arm with some guy from Connecticut
Mayflower Star
With a tear in your eye
Brass buttons and shiny things
You were so easily bought
Everything you dream of, I already possess
Oh, you never told me
You were a Forces Darling
From the factory to the dancefloor
In the 1940s
Before I met you
You cut your fringe tight, just like Veronica
That was just a publicity stunt
For the girls back home
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2. |
China Doll
04:00
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3. |
Dear Klara
03:41
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There’s a light behind the window pane
Where the drunk remains of the girl you used to be sits
And making eyes at those lonely guys
Who would ever have thought it would come to this?
As the sirens burn their way downtown
There’s an uncomfortable atmosphere in this city
But your lips are bleeding
So you must be feeling something
Waiting with a tear in your eye, Dear Klara
One day everything will have changed
I know you are sick of all this
Maybe tomorrow you will breathe more easily
As the night is wearing off
I may have miscalculated the whole situation
Cause those guys in black shirts are swarming like flies
And cutting rough on the Swing Kids
So Klara, dear Klara
Please understand I just want the best for you
So send a telegram to mother in Paris
And I hope I’ll see you soon
Waiting with a tear in your eye, Dear Klara
One day everything will have changed
I know you are sick of all this
Maybe tomorrow you will breathe more easily
Dear Klara as I write to you from this prison cell
I would recommend proceeding with caution
Cause the night's drawn in
And decency is so old-fashioned
Waiting with a tear in your eye, Dear Klara
One day everything will have changed
I know you are sick of all this
Maybe tomorrow you will breathe more easily
Tell Mother I love the both of you
Tell Gerhard the cigarette cards are his
As we march though this grim parade
Klara, we’ve got to hold our heads up high
Goodnight
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4. |
Casting Couch
03:13
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I’m on the casting couch
Await your entrance
You got a camera
Slow exposure
Just smile for the camera
Give it your best
Pose for the camera
This is your screen test
Make love to the camera
Give it your all
Cause the camera loves you
Watching you as you fall
Wie Greta Garbo
Marlene Dietrich
Sie waren alle hier
Und jetzt bist du auch
Just smile for the camera…
My mother warned me
About this Industry
About the filth in Berlin
Und du bist schmutzig
Just smile for the camera…
Du bist ein Schweinhund
Und ich hasse dich
Du hast mein leben zerstoert
Kommen Sie hier
Just smile for the camera…
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5. |
Lost in Transit
04:28
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I couldn’t stop you
It’s not that I wanted to
You are oblivious
Lost in transit
One way ticket to Leningrad
That’s what they sold you
Lost in transit
In another time zone
My watch still ticking
I’m still lonely
I’m still waiting
Changing currency beneath the Eastern sky
Don’t tell me why you got to go
Lost in transit
But I still remember summer
Lying by the river
Reading poetry
But now the stream has frozen over
And one more passing breeze
Tears a page from my diary
I received a postcard
Just the one
Your tone was cold
Lost in transit
And I remember last September
Brushed your shoulder with my hand
It was the last time I would see you
But I didn’t know that then
And I still remember summer
Lying by the river
Reading poetry
And now the stream has frozen over
And one more passing breeze
Tears a page from my diary
And I know you’ve got to pay the bills
And I know that winter kills you with its cold
And kills you with infatuation
And I know the future’s passed
But staring at the looking glass I see you
Lost in transit
And I still remember summer
Lying by the river
Reading poetry
And now the stream has frozen over
And one more passing breeze
Tears a page from my diary
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6. |
Takes One to Know One
04:20
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Takes one to know one
I got to know you
Cigarette burn on your arm
Oh, how did that get there?
I prefer your sister
She’s got a suitor
I got it out of you
In the end
That was the best summer I’ve ever known
These are the days
We’ll take to our graves
Hold me down, don’t make a sound
I just can’t breathe when you’re around
I just can’t breathe when you’re around
Suffering, for your sins
And my heart bleeds when you’re around
And my heart bleeds when you’re around
You started drinking
It wasn’t for pleasure
We were frequenting bars
On the west side of town
You’re looking pale now
That is the curse of the family
Starting to fade like the days from my eyes
That was the best summer I’ve ever known...
Wake up beside you
You’re barely breathing
I guess it got to you in the end
We hardly talk now
I guess it’s the best way
Cigarette burn on your arm
Oh, how did that get there?
That was the best summer I’ve ever known
If I ever see you again it would be too soon
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7. |
Garçon dans le Vent
04:29
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Pour être garçon dans le vent
On ferme les yeux contre les gens
Ta silhouette au clair de lune
La cigarette que tu m'allumes
Tous les soirs dans ta maison
Nous nous parlons
Nous nous aimons
Vraiment ça ne suffit pas
J’ai toujours envie de toi
Mais je pense que c’est fini
Je ne vois plus le paradis
Quand je regarde ma vie
On amuse la galerie
Quand on est garçon dans le vent
Faut toujours faire l'intéressant
J'ai entendu parler de toi
Je me demande toujours pourquoi
Tous les soirs dans ta maison
Nous nous parlons
Nous nous aimons
Vraiment ça ne suffit pas
J’ai toujours envie de toi
Mais je pense que c’est fini
Je ne vois plus le paradis
Quand je regarde ma vie
On amuse la galerie
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8. |
Victimless Crime
02:59
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I never dreamed you’d betray me
But now I know you can lie with your eyes
It seems you're trying to kill me
With a kiss and a curse, oh baby
It’s a victimless crime
And I don’t know
But it hurts getting close to you
You sit there drinking your wine
In the half light
Like nothing matters to you
By the end of the summer
I feel a separation from you
Blackmail is just a step from passion
You’re signing with a kiss and a curse
It’s just a victimless crime
And I don’t know
But it hurts getting close to you
You sit there drinking your wine
In the half light
Like nothing matters to you
It was a minor misdemeanour
Photo in the folder
Could have been anyone
It was a moment’s indiscretion
Should have learnt my lesson
Didn’t know I had it good
Downtown in the evening
By the time you read this letter I’m gone
Downtown in the evening
We met by the fountain, oh baby
It’s a victimless crime...
Don’t look down
Don’t look back
It was a victimless crime
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9. |
Slaves to the City
04:45
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When I first met you your eyes were full of stars
Now your hair is full of smoke
And your dreams are falling faster through your hands
And you've bowed and scraped and laughed at all their jokes
And in this sea of faces there’s no recognition
Crashing against you like the waves of some uncharted ocean
And now you’re on the wrong side of your life
And you can’t go back
And it hurts so bad
But it feels so good
In spite of all this ephemera
My heart still beats for you
We are slaves to this city
Your eyes are beautiful
He says he dreams of you, but dreams are never true
There's a cast of actors, there are common factors
But you don’t feel envy, cos you just really don’t have the energy
And your blood runs cold, cos you bought and sold it all
And now you sleep and dream of fields of green
And waking up without a shock or feeling sick
If you knew where to go you’d pack your things and just go home
But home is nowhere
But you want to go there
In spite of all this ephemera
My heart still beats for you
We are slaves to this city
Your eyes are beautiful
So where do you go?
And what do you know now?
And where have you been?
And who have you seen?
As the days breaks cold was it worth all the time that you spent
As you tried to prevent it from going the way that it always does
And turning out just how you thought?
In spite of all this ephemera
My heart still beats for you
We are slaves to this city
Your eyes are beautiful
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10. |
The Russians
04:06
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I’m waiting for the Russians
Streetlight rendez-vous
Last night I thought I was in control
But what did I know?
I’m waiting for the Russians
Blueprint in my attaché case
She’s my contact
I’m not accustomed to your pleasantries
And I don’t share any of your sympathies
I put a bullet in an envelope
And I sent it to my contact in the KGB
I’m sitting in a café
Who’s that behind the Express?
I just don't know who I can trust, anymore
I’m stepping on the pavement, paranoid
Cold wind blows from the East
Slaps my face and pulls my hair
I think he’s there
I’m waiting for the Russians
Defect to the East
I’m driven by conviction
I can’t resist
I’m waiting for the Russians
So hard, so beautiful
The lady never, ever smiles
She doesn’t need to
Your eyes were the last thing that I saw
Before I woke up on your cold hard floor
And you said you’d kept that bullet
And you said you’d give it back to me
Just close your eyes
If there was any justice we would have taken Paris
If there was any justice we would have taken Bonn
If there was any justice we would have taken Vienna
If there was any justice we would have taken them all
If there was any justice we would have taken Venice
If there was any justice we would have taken New York City
But there was no justice, no justice at all
Cold hearts burn hard
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11. |
Society
03:49
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So the light's going down
I can hardly believe this is real
Not a hair out of place
And I never know quite how you feel
So take my hand
I would lead you back into favour
Back to society
Where you belong
I never believed all the rumours
Don’t you know how the socialites talk
Washed down with absinthe or brandy
Your letters are left on the floor
So take my hand
I would lead you back into favour
Back to society
Where you belong
Scurrilous rumours, insinuation
Terrible words
You never let them get you down
You just acted like you never heard
I remember the moment I met you
On Centre Court for the first time
And you are a Baron and you are so charming
And I can just make myself blind
So take my hand
I would lead you back into favour
Back to society
Where you belong
And they can’t understand
I am complicit in this charade
So let us conspire
And let us retire and play cards
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