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Quiet Life (1979)
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Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough
Boys, would that ever cross your mind?
Boys, are you contemplating moving out somewhere?
Boys, will you ever find the time?

Here we are stranded
Somehow it seems the same
Beware, here comes the quiet life again

Boys, now the country's only miles away from here
Boys, do you recognize the signs?
Boys, when these driving hands push against the tracks
Boys, it's too late to wonder why

Here we are stranded
Somehow it seems the same
Beware, here comes the quiet life again

As you turn to leave
Never looking back
Will you think of me?
If you ever, could it ever stop?

. . .


A summerhouse in Texas
Searching for Siberia
Pioneering underground
We looked a lot like you
Now work is done, the table set
Deliver insufficient sound

Oh my, fall in love with me
Oh my, fall in love with me

Cross military lines
Nobody would believe us now
The weather working with us
We looked a lot like you
Now every boy's a refugee
Living for the moment

Through the shrieking wails
Trans-European overseas
Silently leaving Amsterdam
We looked a lot like you
Shy away from standard life
Each bitter moment lingers on

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Doucement, ne les dérangez pas
Il y a des gens qui vivent comme ça

Les artistes de demain
En desespoir agréable

(Translation)
Quietly, now, don't disturb them
There are people who live like that

The artists of tomorrow
In pleasant despair

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Before the light of day
Reveals itself
I am assured she won't forget
But still I will console myself
Should I lose something I could regret?
But now she turns to leave
Exactly like she used to do

Did nobody warn you boy?
Love's in vogue again my love
Did nobody tell you girl?
Love's in vogue again my love

Before the light of day
I awake
She's clearly not herself today
Across a crowded room life begins
Before the moment drifts away
How bitter the morning feels
Exactly like it ought to do

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The cottage is windswept
Now there's only sorrow here
Follow evacuation signs
You're detached and broken
And so sentimental now
Remembering how we passed our time

Somebody waits for me
Far beyond our halloween

Germanic forces marching on concrete squares
Our love is just defenceless sound
And could we believe that all you said was true
We would be so determined now

Slowly emerging, dividing Germany
Everyone's lost in East Berlin
And only believing just what you want to here
We're waiting at stations once again

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And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties

Where will she go
What shall she do
When midnight comes around

She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown
To all tomorrow's parties

What shall she do
With Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around

She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
From whom no-one ever borrows

A blackened shroud
A hand-me-down gown of rags and silks her costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties

. . .


Everything's neat and compact
There's not much to shout about
But winter is breaking inside of me
Now life is so incomplete
But you're one of the boys again
But is that all you want to be?

Now that you feel the weather
Was it all in vain?
Now that we're together
We seem so alien

Slowly descend from heaven
Anyway we turn we win
But how can you always be so sure?
Nightporters sleep on weekdays
Living a lifetime too
Walking away without a cure

The noise on the stairs disturbs me
Somebody walks my way
But can you rely on everything I feel?
Driving through endless buildings
The desert is so serene
But Mondays were never really my ideal

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Well it's been a long time
How should I feel?
What can I say?
With fantastic stories
You present yourself
In different ways
Some particular places
Remembered so well
Are hard to forget
We've travelled so far now
Then we were young
Hard to impress

But she comes and goes
The other side of life
Sheltering only
The other side of life

These single occasions
We seem to share
Stumble and fall
If you could remember to wave
A sign of life my way

But she comes and goes
The other side of life
Sheltering only
The other side of life

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