From polar@sai.msu.su Tue Aug 4 12:54:35 1998 Return-Path: polar@sai.msu.su Received: from ra.sai.msu.su (ra.sai.msu.su [158.250.29.2]) by xray.sai.msu.su (8.7.5/8.6.9) with ESMTP id MAA21172 for ; Tue, 4 Aug 1998 12:54:35 +0400 Received: from lnfm1.sai.msu.su (polar@lnfm1.sai.msu.su [158.250.29.125]) by ra.sai.msu.su (8.8.6/8.7.3) with ESMTP id MAA24529 for ; Tue, 4 Aug 1998 12:56:21 +0400 (MSK DST) Received: (from polar@localhost) by lnfm1.sai.msu.su (8.8.5/8.6.10) id MAA11716 for polar@xray; Tue, 4 Aug 1998 12:56:20 +0400 Date: Tue, 4 Aug 1998 12:56:20 +0400 From: Sergej Popov Message-Id: <199808040856.MAA11716@lnfm1.sai.msu.su> To: polar@xray.sai.msu.su Subject: quiet.txt Status: R [Quiet Life photo session] Quiet Life 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 all seems the same Here comes the quiet life again? Boys, now the country's only miles away from here Boys, do you recognise the signs? Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks Boys, it's too late to wonder why As you turn to leave Never looking back Will you think of me? Will you ever, could it ever stop? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Fall In Love With Me 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 biter moment lingers on ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Despair Doucement, ne les derangez pas Ilya des gens qui vive comme ca Les artistes de demain En desespoir agreable rough translation: Quietly, now, don't disturb them They are extraordinary people The artists of tomorrow In pleasant despair ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In Vogue Before the light of day reveals itself I 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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Halloween 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 Only believing just what you want to hear We're waiting at stations once again ------------------------------------------------------------------------ All Tomorrows Parties And what costume shall the poor girl wear to all tomorrows parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where to all tomorrows 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 tomorrows parties The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown to all tomorrows 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 tomorrows 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 tomorrows parties ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alien Everything's neat and compact 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 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 Any way we turn we win But how can you always be so sure? Nightporters sleep on weekdays Living a lifetime too Walking away without a care 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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Other Side Of Life 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 so young Hard to impress But she comes and goes The other side of life Sheltering only The other side of life These singular occasions We seem to share Stumble and fall If you could remember to wave a sign of life my way ------------------------------------------------------------------------ All songs written by David Sylvian except All Tomorrows Parties (Lou Reed) © 1979 Hansa Productions. Album currently available on BMG worldwide, except in the USA on Caroline Records. Adolescent Sex Obscure Alternatives Gentlemen Take Polaroids Tin Drum More lyrics Assemblage