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The Very Best Of (2006)
2006
1.
Ghosts (Single Version)
2.
Quiet Life (Single Mix)
3.
4.
5.
The Art Of Parties (Extended Version)
6.
7.
Taking Islands In Africa (Steve Nye Remix)
8.
European Son (Single Mix)
9.
10.
Life In Tokyo (Single Mix)
11.
12.
13.
14.
Canton (Live at Hammersmith Odeon London, 1983)
15.
. . .


When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's something I should know
Well I ought to leave but the rain it never stops
And I've no particular place to go

Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind

Well I'm feeling nervous
Now I find myself alone
The simple life's no longer there
Once I was so sure
Now the doubt inside my mind
Comes and goes but leads nowhere

Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind

. . .


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?

. . .


Maybe you want to give me kisses sweet
But only for one night with no repeat
Maybe you'll go away and never call
And a taste of honey is worse than none at all
Oh little girl

In that case I don't want no part
I do believe that would only break my heart
So if you feel like loving me
If you've got that notion
I second that emotion
So if you feel like giving me
A life-time of devotion
I second that emotion

Maybe you think that love will tie you down
And you don't seem to like to hang around
Or maybe you think thot love was made for fools
So it makes you wise to break the rules

I second that emotion
I second that emotion
I second that emotion
(Oh little girl)

. . .


Now there's a girl about town
I'd like to know
I'd like to slip away with you
And if you said you love me
How could I mind?
Is there another side to everything you do?

Take in the country air, you'll never win

Gentlemen take polaroids
They fall in love, they fall in love

Breathe life into me
Spin me around
And I'll just sit and wonder why
It's just a foreign town with a foreign mind
Why is everything so cut and dry?

The taste of country air, you'll never know

Gentlemen take polaroids
They fall in love, they fall in love

Take in the country air, you'll never win

Gentlemen take polaroids
They fall in love, they fall in love

. . .


Once I was young
Once I was smart
Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves
The things we said weren't quite so tough
When we were young

Well I'm burning
I'm burning buildings
I'm building...this time

For the art of parties
Under heavy weather
The art of parties
I'm burning...burning

I'm living
I'm living my life
I'm living
This time

The wind blew through my hair
Once I was young
I'd shelter from the sun
Once I was smart
We lived on the strength of our nerves
When we were young

Well I'm burning
I'm burning buildings
I'm building...this time

. . .


I'm walking young and strong
But just a little too thin
I may be happy,
But I don't have a clue to this life
In my mind

Stay with me
We could learn to fight
Like every good boy should
Cling to me
We are blacked-out
In visions of China tonight

I'm building heroes again
I never thought of before
I remember the fashion
But don't have a clue
To this life
In my mind

Stay with me
We could learn to fight
Like every good boy should
Cling to me
We are blacked-out
In visions of China tonight

We walk backwards, say nothing
My visions of China
We're young and strong in this party
We're building/ living our visions of China

. . .


Taking islands in Africa
Watch the slow boat hit and run

Outside there's a world waiting
I'll take it all by storm
And when the sunset finds me
I'm coming home

Taking islands in Africa
Watch the slow boat hit and run

Every day the sun beats down
I pull away from shore
The wind blows hard into my sails
Now I know I'm out of touch
And times they could get tough
But I'll move on so how could I fail?

Taking islands in Africa
Watch the slow boat hit and run

When the evening fires burn
The daylight dead and gone
With you beside me we can run

Outside there's a world waiting
I'll take it all by storm
And when the sunset finds me
I'm coming home

Taking islands in Africa
Watch the slow boat hit and run
Every day the sun beats down
I pull away from shore
The wind blows hard into my sails...

. . .


Scurrying across the broadwalk
Some places I tend to forget
The air clings deep in my throat
It's so cold in this luncheonette, well

Somebody wants to know you
An ordinary boy
Somebody wants to know you
A standard polaroid, well

Here I am
European son
Sometimes the passenger
European son
Here I am

Suffragettes in Washington
Disposable serviettes
Searching for the quiet life
There's no love in this luncheonette, well

. . .


We're pushing through these farming towns
We worked hard ploughing over ground
Red army calls you the call of the crowd
Red army needs you they call you now

Cantonese boy
Bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
Civilian soldier

Cantonese boy
Bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
Red army calls you home

We're singing marching through the hills
We're changing the lives we've led for years
Red army calls you the call of the crowd
Red army needs you they call you now

Cantonese boy
Bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
Civilian soldier

Cantonese boy
Bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
Red army calls you home

Red army calls you
Red army needs you

Gentlemen you heard us call
Raised your glass and called for more
Only young men broke the wall

. . .


There's always something left inside here
I've really nothing much to lose
It seems so sentimental
Why should I care?

Somewhere there's a sound of distant living
Welcome in high society
It seems so artificial
Why should I care?

Oh ho ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo
Oh ho ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo

Another vehicle heads for sunset
No other providence will do
They're only buildings and houses
Why should I care

Oh ho ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo
Oh ho ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo

. . .


Could I ever explain this feeling of love?
It just lingers on
The fear in my heart that keeps telling me
Which way to turn

We'll wander again
Our clothes they are wet
We shy from the rain
Longing to touch all the places we know we can hide
The width of a room that can hold so much pleasure inside

Here am I alone again
A quiet town where life gives in
Here am I just wondering
Nightporters go
Nightporters slip away

I'll watch for a sign
And if I should ever again cross your mind
I'll sit my room and wait until nightlife begins
And catching my breath, we'll both brave the weather again

Here am I alone again
The quiet town where life gives in
Here am I just wondering
Nightporters go
Nightporters slip away

. . .


Here's a new design
The cut and style you know so well
Spins across the floor

It's the same routine
Just one last word before you go
Why sould I ask for more?

Then out of the the blue
You are here by me

(Moving) - Taking my chance
(Learning) - Methods of dance
Methods of dance

It's such a price to pay
You sense the doubt inside my mind
But never ask me why

No second chances now
I could be sure if I were to live
At your spped of life

(Moving) - Taking my chance
(Learning) - Methods of dance
Methods of dance

(Moving) - Taking my chance
(Learning) - Methods of dance
Methods of dance

. . .


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

. . .

Canton

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. . .


When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's something I should know
Well I ought to leave but the rain it never stops
And I've no particular place to go

Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind

Well I'm feeling nervous
Now I find myself alone
The simple life's no longer there
Once I was so sure
Now the doubt inside my mind
Comes and goes but leads nowhere

Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind

. . .


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