Theatre Of Tragedy - Musique lyrics
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Tracks 01. Machine
02. City Of Light 03. Fragment 04. Musique 05. Commute 06. Radio 07. Image 08. Crash/Concrete 09. Retrospect 10. Reverie 12. The New Man 01. Machine
Look up here
Look down there I am the new man I'm tangled in wires Chipset adept Memory load Keep your vogue code that all have Tomorrow's world we've all seen Keep your modern ways And keep your bugs The Metal Man is here to stay Talk talk You say I only work, all night and day Talk talk Do say 'Use me, I'm cheap to rent' Computerised Voice synthesised Call me the mech man In a world of machines What can I do but to serve Store the data and calculate Speak and spell and operate Engineer the rail and motorway Automaton of yesterday Talk talk You say I only work, all night and day Talk talk Do say 'Use me, I'm cheap to rent' 02. City Of Light
High-rise buildings
Low cost apartments Financial district Industrial area Rows of blue collars Steelworkers' clink-clang Metal rhythm left and right This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city 6 p.m. whistle Next the inner city Smiling grimey faces Tea at the local pub Low-cut dresses High-spirited workers Sizzling neon-lights, click on This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city 2 a.m. binge Low-life slagheap Used up and burnt out Like a kick in the teeth Ramble, shamble on home Grime back in harness Metal rhythm left and right This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city 03. Fragment
Broken frames
Shattered glass Like a monochrome film The replaceable background Flickers and dissolves Out of control There's no sense, it's all Volta, Ampère and Ohm Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome Out of focus, blurred image As solid as a liquid monument A second of life The time-frame of '69 Technology, machinery, humanity It's all the same There's no sense, it's all Volta, Ampère and Ohm Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome Time and age, what's the difference Based upon the same reference Touch-and-go, who's to know the random order Contorted, distorted it doesn't make any sense at all A fragment, a segment - bits and pieces, bits and Hz Angular, circular It's all the same There's no sense, it's all Volta, Ampère and Ohm Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome 04. Musique
I synthesise and press a lighted key
Turn it on, compose a melody Redo from start, I need more rhythm 1 and 4 was for the Commodore A catchy beat, I put it on repeat I program more, but still it's incomplete Start and stop, where's the perfect pitch? I won't give up until I tap my feet. I'm gonna make a perfect line Gonna make it stick to your mind I won't give up that magic rhyme Got to hear it just one more time Computer music is just like oxygen Try and fail, again, again, again I need the recipe for the perfect melody I add more tracks, run out of DSP Timbre and tone, I want it synthetic Knobs and sliders, no button pushing matrix Dadaistic, nothing too profound Electric music resounding all around I'm gonna make a perfect line Gonna make it stick to your mind I won't give up that magic rhyme Got to hear it just one more time 05. Commute
Mobile phones
Commuter trains The Terminus is full of men Crisscross network Zigzag railway The next stop is Waterloo White-collar timetable 9 to 5 urban robot Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through Standby, I'm on a trip with you It's more fun to commute Take the Tube Take the M25 There's traffic jam all around Double-decker A fare to Chequers To tell about my points of view Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through Standby, I'm on a trip with you It's more fun to commute Public transport No need for comfort It's all so and so, touch-and-go Pass a train wreck Call the tube-tech I'll make it to work some other day White-collar timetable 9 to 5 urban robot Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through Standby, I'm on a trip with you It's more fun to commute He pulls She pushed I read the papers in the transit lounge I dial the number Now I'm certain I'll make it home some other day 06. Radio
Electric broadcast
The new transmission waves Turn the dial Transistor radio The deadpan voice I want to hear Recieve the news Recieve the tunes We've tuned in to the ether melody It's bright and clear and full of energy Music won't stop Electro pop Commercial workshop I want your time, I need your time to make a rhyme On the radio now Ether melody news For you and me Antennae beaming sound, news and speech Marconi's words 'Let it be so' Apparatus signal it out Information Communication We're in the building of the wireless voice Static morse Radar, television The interference Incoherence Scrambled signals I want your waves Spectral sound Tune in, tune out On the radio now Ether melody news For you and me Radio for you and me The airwaves are fully free Radio for you and me Oscillating energy On the radio now Ether melody news For you and me 07. Image
You act a pansy, pushover
Do live your fancy, go lower Who is that, something says your name You seem chancy, moreover The call is mine I'm gonna get you up I'm gonna get on top The call is mine On the skew, you're dancing all over You are the anti-fashion statement In a blue suit, orange pullover You look like my old dog Rover I'm gonna get you up I'm gonna get on top The call is mine 08. Crash/Concrete
Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I can hear you I feel your pounding me onto the street I've learned to know the taste of concrete Why don't you follow me? Street brash - time flies, tick-tock Eyes flash - feels like electroshock I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away I know this marks the end of my hey-day Why don't you follow me? 09. Retrospect
Here we are
We stand in line One more time today There is no sense The cigarette in hand It's all gone bad No name, privilege, no hope and fame We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future We were waiting for something We were listening to the heartbeats It could take us It could take our names; it's the same as no hope and fame We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future This is no age for us It seems we're out of class We are fragile Like statues made of sand We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future 10. Reverie
Car-crash and an elevator
Make you someone else Never try yourself Restore you Tick-tock clock and teddy boys Bop 'till you're fagged out Open windows shout She wore me, she wore you Walk these streets She's concrete Reverie All is free Knick-knack, flashy bric-a-brac Seesaw heartbeat, she is back Windscreen eyes are black and blue She saw you The Fleet Street scooter-boys are due They want to see you You're vogue and hip and on a rendezvous Adore you Walk these streets She's concrete Reverie All is free 12. The New Man
Broken bottles, and a broken nose
No reason not to lounge in a pose I could stand in shade light and laugh at you You were wrong - it's happened to you too This is the new circuit Tell me of your pain 'Shove you around?', now close the door This is not love This is my sort of softly touching you A Brownian motion of whacks on your face 'Who are you?' Hat-stand man-man in a fancy suit He's a laugh, it's him and Jim and his prostitute Gold teeth spat out onto the concrete street Get into the car with its vinyl seats This is the new circuit Tell me of your pain 'Shove you around?', now close the door This is not love This is my sort of softly touching you A Brownian motion of whacks on your face 'who are you?' This is not the new man 'who are you?' This is not the new man This is not love |