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(1980)
3:50 Visage
4:02 Blocks on Blocks
3:37 The Dancer
3:31 Tar
3:58 Fade To Grey
4:05 Malpaso Man
4:35 Mind of a Toy
3:59 Moon Over Moscow
4:17 Visa-age
3:10 The Steps
Weird styles, mood shapes New modes, far too long my fashion takes For my Visage Visuals in magazines, reflex styles Past, future in extreme For my Visage
Reflections, of the river passing by Reflections, of the place between the sky It's too black, casting shadows On the bridges built so close to that aura Walking (to the sign) before my eyes Dreaming (it's too late) to realise Stop! You've gone too far this time You're toying with reality Blocks on blocks are all around Neon lit for silent sound Figures (in a doorway) in the night Dancing (moving shadows) with the light Talking to a stranger On the bridges built so close to that aura Standing, on a runway all alone Listening, to an engine heading home Crying, on the inside Wishing I could get away from that aura Lying, on the runway all alone Listening to an engine heading home Stop! you've gone too far this time You're toying with reality
(Instrumental)
Remember health warning It's printed on the packet Middle tar, low tar, high tar Doesn't that make you die
Taking on out of the packet It's just a force of habbit You know you cannot stop it The why was the reason why
(Chorus)
Nerves, nerves Tension, tension Addiction, addiction, addiction, addiction Low tar, high tar
Nicotine stain on your finger Try to wash off but it still linger Cigarette holder just a joke Don't really take bad away from smoke (chorus)
Remember health warning It's printed on the packet Middle tar, low tar, high tar Doesn't that make you die
(Chorus)
Remember, remember, remember
Tar, Tar, Tar... (fade 'till end)
Deperir a gris
One man on a lonely platform One case sitting by his side Two eyes staring cold and silent Show fear as he turns to hide
We fade to Grey
Un homme dans une gare desolee Une valise a ses cotes Des yeux fixes et froids Motre de la peur lorsqu'il Se tourne pour se cacher
We Fade to Grey
Sent la pluie comme un ete anglais Comme les notes d'une chanson lointaine Sortant de derriere d'un poster Esperant que la vie ne fut si longue
Feel the rain like an English summer Feel the notes from a distant song Stepping out from a back shop poster Wishing life wouldn't be so dull
We Fade to Grey
Social route Black hat Cold eyes
Pointed boot No heart Never cries
Hot sun Desert sand One man
On his own Stands alone Never ran
No ties No claims No name
Man of frenzy Man of fortune Man of fame
No show Gotta go Mexico
Every man Wanna be Malpaso
My painted face is chipped and scratched My mind seems to fade too fast Clutching straws, sinking slow Nothing lasts, nothing lasts
A puppets motion controlled by a string By a stranger I've never met A nod of the head and a pull of a thread I can't say no, can't say no
Chorus: When a child throws down a toy When I was new you wanted me Now I'm old you no longer see me When a child throws down a toy Spite for girl, hate for boy When a child throws out a toy
I'm all dressed up and no where to go On a music box that never stop I'll dance for if you want me to Move in time, move in time
A wooden head and a broken heart Used, abused and torn apart I gave you my best and you gave me the rest It's time to dye, time to dye
(chorus x3 fading...)
(Instrumental)
Name the place, for a rendez-vous Name the time, and I'll get to you Take a train, take a motorway And take a plane, take it any day
And take a drink, as you leave the ground Time to think, hearing headphone sound Close your eyes, you're drifting far away Realise, that you'll be home today
Visa-age I know the place Visa-age I can't forget Visa-age I'll go direct Visa-age
Leave the trash, of your life behind It's time to move, shake those ties that bind Letting go, all that's old and blue You've gotta know, just where you're going to
So take a chance, and take a case in hand We find romance, it's a far off land Close your eyes, you're drifting far away And realise, you could be there today
Visa-age A different time Visa-age Another place Visa-age Destinations Visa-age
I know you from somewhere I know we've met
Visa-age A different town Visa-age Another place Visa-age These destinations Visa-age
So faint in the distance A speck on the map A stamp on my passport No time to look back
(Instrumental)
Todas músicas por Visage exceto * Ure/Egan, e ** Currie/Ure/Payne
Músicos: Steve Strange Midge Ure Billy Currie John McGeogh Rusty Egan Dave Formula