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Alphaville
Alphaville


Информация
Откуда Münster, Germany
Жанры New Wave
Synthpop
Годы 1982—н.в.
Лейблы Polydor
Atlantic Records
Metropolis Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Marian Gold
Martin Lister
David Goodes
Jakob Kiersch
Бывшие участники
Frank Mertens
Bernhard Lloyd
Ricky Echolette



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Prostitute (1994)
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lets dance
stop to fight
we do the paradigm shift tonite
yeah, it's a natural drift alright
and it's coming up out of the blur
out of your mind from deep below
the hidden harmonies discover
chaos which means order
evolution's not a model of yours

for quietness is stronger than motion and silence is stronger than sound
we're listening to the tone which is not played
nothing is what we want
nothing is what we get
but the holistic moment of all
yes
that is the way
do you hear the river flow

you talked yourself into wrong questions
you don't care about the answers
you let the others be the good ones
you're part of the deathbringing system
there's no place where you can hide
stop! chasing the wrong gods of time
i'm running out of time
time kills

you're lowering hopes much too much, getting into the grind much too much
and losing faith in your abilities
the loyalty to your beloved system of belief must surrender
to chaos which means order, evolution's not a model of yours
for quietness is stronger than motion
do you hear the river flow
do you hear it!?

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we waste our time with big illusions
talking to the walls
but jericho will never fall
we sold our trumpets long ago
exchanging all the best we had
into atomic masterplans
we read the books we had our chance
we spend the world for just one dance
so keep on dancing, all you fools
the cups of fury have been filled
so keep on dancing, all you clowns
lets have sip before we're killed
so keep on dancing
these politicians make me sigh
democracy is just a lie
as long as we are rich enough
each government will do for us
we feed like vampires on the world
we are the first, they are the third
there ain't no hope, we had our chance
we spent the world for one last dance
7 seals
7 trumpets
7 plagues
7 cups
7 angels
the scarlet beast
mother of harlots
faithful and true

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there's a tremor in the city but it looks all quiet
there is something awful brewing but there ain't riots
beethoven
you can read between the lines that there must be more
you're alarmed but you don't know what you're waiting for
beethoven
beethoven, the boots are back in town
when ignorance and fear are closing mouths and ears
the skins are on their way when it gets dark in europe
it's just a state of mind, the blind leading the blind
beethoven
there's a scrawling on a tombstone
judenschweine raus
once again the racial fury is burning down the house
beethoven
there's a bleeding yellow man lying in the streets
but there isn't anybody doing anything
beethoven, the boots are back in town
when ignorance and fear are closing mouths and ears
the skins are on their way when it gets dark in europe
it's just a state of mind, the blind leading the blind
and one grey day shall rise the flood no dikes will stem the heavy tides
when cold pierced feathered bodies scream
they fall as if the monstrous scythe of clouds had smashed them from the sky
the scattered squadron of mankind stabs right into the churned up ether
of long forgotten birdless flights
beethoven, the boots are back in town
the demons of the past will be replaced at last
there are smarter ones to stay, how can you stay away
from the order of disgrace, how can you close your eyes
beethoven, the boots are back....

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these are the days of evil perfection
this is the world of torture and fame
this is the age of most vicious infection
these are the times of terror and pain

let them inside and they build you a nightmare
show them, you fool, it'll not be in vain
here is your costume of deepest surrender
these are the times of terror and pain

i wanna ride on a crest of sensation
i wanna scream in the whirlpools of love
i wanna drown in a climax of thunder
i wanna be with the fools in the storm

do what you want and then die when you want to
we're gonna walk on the blood of the meek
we're gonna sail through the oceans of wonder
we're gonna live in the dreams that we seek

send in the parasite clowns on their horses
send in the idiots and let them advance
send in the monsters of your own creation
send them all in and give them a chance

we're gonna dance to the sweetest of music
we're gonna play with the whores in the rain
we'll dissipate the lord's last temptations
all in a crossfire of torture and fame

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This day's an invitation
And it's just for you
You've got a reservation
For the 17th of June
Open your eyes
And let the sun break in for a while
There may be something
That you've never seen inside

Feel how your heart beats
Like a heavy machine
The sound of the traffic
Is like a silent dream
The dust in the park
The exhaust from the cars
Ascends in that heated afternoon
(You touch a sweaty body!)

Summer in Berlin, it's alright
The day feels so tired
From the lead in the air
And the fire in the skies
Life seemed to be a fault of grace
But it's ok
It gave you a kiss
In the middle of the crossroads

Summer in Berlin, it's alright
The heat of the sun
Which is stored in the pavement
Feels so fine
Here stands the innocent
and there it comes oh so wild
That's when you're longing
For a summer by the wall

Summer in Berlin, it's alright
Summer in Berlin, it's ok

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the crowd is looking drownedand a mother in tearsthere are flipflapping flags in the silenceand a national anthem's a blues in these days
flag him down, rest in peacewhat peace do you mean when the boys are coming back
he's live on tvhe's dead as a hero can bebut he didn't die for nothing, my dearthe video of his death is travelling the world
flag him down, rest in peacewhat peace do you mean when the boys are coming backin coffins
way back in the crowda girl says goodbye to a boyto a boy who's parading to heavenand she puts all the blame on the gouvernment
he's live on tvdead as a hero can be...when the boys are parading to heaven, my friendput all the blame on youon you

echolette/1993

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ain't it strange that we destroy
what we embrace
and we leave
what we seek
it's such a shame
ain't it strange that we smile
when we cry
and no one knows why we are here
and where we going to
ain't it strange
we could be, we could be so good together
ain't it strange that we share what we hate
that we break what we love
it's such a shame
ain't it strange when we pray, we betray anyway
and no one knows what we are for
why we're so tough
when we're so fragile
ain't it strange
ain't it strange, still we could fall into a dream, i'd wish no one
will catch that fall
for we could fall for love, life is but a dream, life is but a dream
all the tears in the world not in vain for the pain is gone, the
shame is washed away
when we're all one, life is but a dream, life is but a dream
it's hard to believe after thousands of years
the world is still drowning in blood and tears
we've been quite advanced but again we fail
it is dog eats dog on the ratrace trail
it is getting too much and we're getting nowhere
while hatred and fear is all that we share
i can't take it no more when i'm watching the news
we must stick together or we're bound to lose

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all in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glidefor both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are pliedwhile little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guide
ah, cruel three! in such an hour beneath such dreamy wheatherto beg a tale of breath too weak to stir the tiniest featherand what can one poor voice avail against three tongues together
anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they persuethe dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and newin friendly chat with bird or beast- and half believe it true
and ever as the story drained the wells of fancy dryand faintly strove that weary one to put the subject bythe next time. it is next time the happy voices cry
thus grew the tale of wonderland, thus slowly, one by oneit's quaint events were hammered outand now the tale is done and home we steera merry crewbeneath the setting sun

lewis carrol

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patti can't take itshe got to give it backthe world is a big place and she's frightenedand if you kiss hershe got to kiss you backshe couldn't stand a kiss for freeon her own
and while she's playingwith all she exchangedyawning at the multitudeher world is a big placefull of toys and boys and teddy bearswhere nothing is for freethat's what her mother told her once
and patti has a big, big heartbigger than her lifeshe just forgot the most fantastic thing withinshe's sitting in her glasshouseand she does not dare to throw the stoneto make it all come trueof what she's dreaming ofand so it seems to me
patti can't take itshe gotta give it backher world is a big place and she's frightenedbut if you love hermaybe she'll acceptmaybe she'll take your love for freeon her ownall alone

gold/1990

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here is the news
from my little hideaway
my sweet ivory tower
i've sent you songs about so many things
mighty moondogs skipping waves
dolphins playing their lives away
golden circus girls and pharaohs
fallen angels, streetside romeos
patricia's park and anyway
eternal youth and neverending summerdays
lonely girls, music halls, the mysteries of love

in the event
that i don't return
please take this message to understand
in the event...
i am a stranger
in a strange land
welcome stranger, to the land of the free
welcome, carol, to fantasy

oh my god, i feel so alone
a million lightyears far from home
it seems to be a tragedy
how can i live in germany
another house is burning down
it's time to face the cruel reality
this is a game no more
desasters in the twentieth century

in the event that i don't return
please, take this message to understand
in the event
in the event


gold/1994

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woke up in the morning still i heard this song
must be somewhere from my dreams, i don't know
made me feel so good, sun was shining bright
god, i love you that you brought this little song to give me..

faith
in the morning
i need that faith
to go on, yeah
give me some faith
can't get enough of that sweet feeling, give me faith
oh yeah, i keep the faith

sweet little girl, lying next to me
sunlight's playing on your face with soft shadows
you're so beautiful, dream on, dream on, baby
i'm gonna wake you up when the time is right
i'll give you..

faith...

one day i shall be released by my creator
going home to where i came from long ago
and the big wheel keeps on turning round and round
into eternity with me to cosmic meadows
i will be there with all my friends..

..in the morning
i need that faith...

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if you open up the cage
you will hurt yourself
the king said it's forbidden
or you may get hell
but the prisoner lets you know
where to find the key
under her satin pillow
yes, there it has to be
modesty is fine but it doesn't take you very far
when you make your decision
don't be afraid of the dark
longing for the golden ball
that it will be yours for keeps
be sure about it as you saw
so shall you reap

lets take a ride on iron john's shoulders
he has more gold than anybody in this world
lets tak a ride, hey-ho on iron john
he has more gold
than anybody in this world

jump on the train to nowhere
from now on you are free
after rising from the ashes
you'll become a mystery
too many of those strange injections, too many gazes at the sun
the lady says, well that's the business, running after no.1
for all their childish daydreams you caught their falling stars
just for the cheapest contracts you signed your autograph
and if you started much too early, therefore you stopped too late
make sure no one can stop you now, here comes the ultimate

he will be with you, he will be there when you call out the magic words..


gold/nielson/1994

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with all the grace that you possessyou're telling me your liesa kiss, a touch, a gentle stroke, a look into my eyesyour promises and fairytales have all turned into dustyour star was high, your kingdom grew in vainnow fades at last
that is the one thing i knowstop talkingstop talking with that voicei can't stand itwhen i look into your eyeswho do you think you areyou're too perfectbut this time you've gone too far
how can you be so sure about those tears you're giving meyour mysteries and agonies show no effect on mei can't believe the love we shared would ever grow so oldyour warm embrace was heavenbut tonite it feels so cold
that is the one thing i know...stop talking...i can't stand iti can't stand itno more

gold/1993

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some people seem to have it allsome people always have to crawlsome people pay to be abusedsome people end up destitutesome people search their souls for truthsome people try to be of usesome people pray before they killsome people kill just for the thrill
some people follow one man's vision, some others die on televisionsome people build their homes on sand, some people live in garbage cans
some people think that live is dear, some people hope the end is nearsome people fight for right to life, some people hate to stay alivesome people dream of life on mars, some people end their life in carssome people throw their lives away, some others go on holidays
some people live and love in vain, some people don't and go insanesome people always need to win, some other people love to sin
some people breaking all their vows, some people slashing sacred cowssome people like to worship stars, some people think the world's a farcesome people try to make ends meet, some others end up kissing feetsome people find their holy grail, some other people go to hell
some people never catch their breath, some people drink themselves to deathsome people seem to have it all, some people always have to crawlsome people pay to be abused, some people end up destitutesome people search their souls for truthsome people try to be of usesome people!

gold/ocean/1994

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kind of thunder from my heart
flooding my eyes
flooding my eyes
kind of armies marching through my head
sombre soldiers
from nowhere
kind of someone's moving out of me
have no fear
have no fear
kind of someone's moving out of me
going somewhere
going somewhere

ship is leaving right on time
empty harbour, wave goodbye
evacuation of the isle
caveman's paintings drowning
famous last words on the air
i stay here and you are there
while our city softly sinks
cavemen's paintings drowning
drowning
drowning...

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show me a place that ain't hell, if there's space, give me room to breathe
that's all that i need for this body can't fail
and if music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it
let it all out, please let me out of here
and i shall rise from the ashes
grow like a rose from the ruins
there must be light in the darkness
hope at the end of the night
yes, i've been tryin' all my life to get to heaven
but awoke in the eye of the storm
but i shall rise from the ashes, grow from the ruins and return
back home
this is a call from the gaols coming up to the prisoners of pleasure
drunk on the blood of the next generations
and i've been through many strange confusions, splitting myself into to many faces
now the mirror is broken, i can see the worms behind
you may well have your ways of triumph, you may well have your ways of truth
just gimme some room to breathe, that's all that i need
me and my strange friends
we all belong to the grand astral body
(take my hand and i take you out of here)
and there's you behind those legendary curtains
take my hand before you wither in the crowd
and i take you out of here
this is the end of the show, i don't know was i wrong was i right
oh love, i don't know, i wasn't perfect for sure
but now i feel like a new born baby, lying in the dew of the morning
laughing at the sky like a brave new apollo

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