Lyrics

Shameless Fashion

Hearts And Knives - 2013

Destroy yourself if you love me, we're nothing together un-cut
Subversion becomes solitary, I'm buried in the scrap yard missing you
I'll give you two lead wings for your journey, Tartarus is calling your name
Temptation was born out of envy, In love with the chaos our style lies forever in death
I don't mind, if …worn and broken we don't care what ghosts they find

We're in Fashion, Shameless fashion {Chorus}
We're in Fashion, Shameless fashion

I drove the knife through my own heart, it was a pact and you wouldn't go first
Now I'm waiting for you in the red rooms, missing the water, exclusive abuse
Surrender to the greatest of numbers, paradisiacs whisper your name
Useless, defective, this junks' retrospective, stuck between lives we've stitched ourselves in vein.
I can't see why, but… bruised and wounded we don't care what ghosts they find
Early 80's make up, fashion, once seen, soon to be in vogue (fashion)
Old fascinations, new sensations, I haven't got the patience (shameless fashion)
Two air kisses on both cheeks, as I turn I feel a dagger dig deep, deep deeper
Turns a white shirt red, in the red red rooms
Early 80's fashion x 2



Written by Steve Strange, Robin Simon, Ben Woods, Nigel Summers, John Bryan, & Rich Mowatt.
Published by Dharma Songs.


Fade To Grey

Visage - 1980

Deperir a gris, deperir a gris

One man on a lonely platform
One case sitting by his side
Two eyes staring cold and silent
Shows fear as he turns to hide

Ah, we fade to gray, fade to gray
Ah, we fade to gray, fade to gray

Un homme dans une gare desolee
Une valise a ses cotes
Deux yeux fixes et froids
Montre de la peur lorsqu'il
Se tourne pour se cacher

Ah, we fade to gray, fade to gray
Ah, we fade to gray, fade to gray

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

Ah, we fade to gray, fade to gray
Ah, we fade to gray, fade to gray

Feel the rain like an English summer
Hear the notes from a distant song
Stepping out from a back shop poster
Wishing life wouldn't be so dull
Deperir a gris

Ah, we fade to gray, fade to gray
Ah, we fade to gray, fade to gray
Ah, we fade to gray
Deperir a gris
Ah, we fade to gray, fade to gray
Deperir a gris

Ah, we fade to gray, fade to gray
Ah, we fade to gray
Deperir a gris
Ah, we fade to gray, fade to gray
Ah, we fade to gray


Mind Of A Toy

Visage - 1980

My painted face
Is chipped and cracked
My mind seems
To fade too fast
Clutching straws
Sinking slow
Nothing less, nothing less

A puppet's motions
Controlled by a string
By a stranger
I've never met
A nod of the head
And a pull of the thread
I can't say no, can't say no

When a child throws out a toy
When I was new you wanted me
Now I'm old you no longer see

When a child throws out a toy
Spiteful girl
Hateful boy
When a child throws out a toy

I'm all dressed up
And nowhere to go
On a music box
That never stops
I'll dance for you
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 die, time to die

When a child throws out a toy
When I was new you wanted me
Now I'm old you no longer see

When a child throws out a toy
Spiteful girl
Hateful boy
When a child throws out a toy

When a child throws out a toy
When I was new you wanted me
Now I'm old you no longer see

When a child throws out a toy
Spiteful girl
Hateful boy
When a child throws out a toy


The Dammed Don't Cry

The Anvil - 1982

Traveling with no destination, no place to go
Nameless towns with faceless people, no place I know
Time to close my mind and drift off to other scenes
Lose myself in glossy pages dull magazines

Moments pass by, oh so slowly
Makes me lonely too
Twisting street lights in the darkness
Makes me lonely too

Oh the damned don't cry
No the damned don't cry

Curling smoke climbs upward slowly, past my troubling face
I see myself in rainsoaked windows in a different place
Single heartbeats in the dim lights makes me lonely too
Hearing sounds of celebrations makes me lonely too

Oh the damned don't cry
No the damned don't cry

Oh damned don't cry
Damned don't cry
Damned don't cry
Damned don't cry
Damned don't cry


Visage

Visage - 1980

New styles, New shapes
New modes, That's the role my passion takes

Oh my visage, Oh my visage
Oh my visage, Oh my visage
Oh my visage

Visuals, Magazines
Reflex styles, Past, future in extreme


Pleasure Boys

Pleasure Boys - 1982

I really don't know much better
There's nothing I can tell you
But that's something for me to know
And something for you to do

Put yourself in my position
Think about it everyday
Give me solid facts
I want to hear the words
I want to hear what you have to say

You know my situation
The reality is true
But it's leisure time for the pleasure boys
And the pleasure boys are you

Leisure and conversation
All the boys are on the phone
Pleasure and relaxation
Everyone for everyone

You know my situation
The reality is true
But it's leisure time for the pleasure boys
And the pleasure boys are you

You know

This is a fun house
Some say a mad house
It's leisure, pleasure
And the boys are out the front


Written by Steven Barnacla, Billy Currie, Peter Egan, Dave Formula & Steve Strange.


Night Train

The Anvil - 1982

The message, In a faded envelope, In a vice-like grip
The passage, Of a carriage in the dark, On a foreign trip (again)
The image, Of a figure in the trees, In the evening rain
The knowledge, Of a stranger in your midst, On a speeding train (again)

Night train

He senses, Perfume lingers in the night, Smell of French cologne
He watches, As a hand turns down the light, Leaves him all alone (again)
He whispers, In a dim lit empty room, But it's all in vain
He laughs, When he reads the note he finds, On the midnight train (again)

Night train
Journey on the night train


The Anvil

The Anvil - 1982

Lost amongst the crowd
On the torso's pumping iron
A man with a horn takes to the stage
The drum beat cracks in time

Harder and bolder the bodies move
Shoulder to shoulder skin feels smooth
Hot, sticky, still so cool
The crash of the anvil and the nightclub school

Watch the moving bodies
As they react to the sound
Feasting on the visions
See the figures going round

Graceful and flowing the fashion shows
Sensual and glowing the passion grows
Pick your playmate still so cool
The crash of the anvil and the nightclub school

Take it as it comes up
Leave it when it's done
Put a number in your matchbook
And call when you want fun

Living the nightlife to the end
Giving the right life like a friend
One more rover still so cool
The crash of the anvil and the nightclub school

Ah Nightclub School
Dance with me
Ah Nightclub School
Play with me
Ah Nightclub School
Stay with me
Ah Nightclub School
Ride with me
Ah Nightclub School
Have fun with me
Ah Nightclub School
Dance with me
Ah Nightclub School
The drumbeat cracks in time


The Silence

Orchestral - 2014

Horizon line and barren lands,
Mirrors planted in the sand
Cold inside the desert night
Clouds of gold, take life and fly
The Silence, The Silence, The Silence, The Silence

Shadows rested secrets called
Voiceless fears too old to fall
Cool and purple airs decide
Faceless on still mountainside
The Silence, The Silence, The Silence, The Silence

Silent air and empty skies, Whisper nights dead lullabies
Silent air and empty skies, Whisper nights dead lullabies
But inside there is a roar.

Sand storms, haunting visions, of a morning mirage
I think I’m falling into the sky, Or is the sky falling into me
I think I’m falling into the sky, Or is the sky falling into me

No, there’s nothing left to hide, there’s nothing left inside
The Silence, The Silence
No, there’s nothing left to hide, there’s nothing left inside
The Silence, The Silence.
The Silence, The Silence
No, there’s nothing left to hide, there’s nothing left inside
The Silence, The Silence
No, there’s nothing left to hide, there’s nothing left inside
But inside there is a roar.

Written by Steve Strange , James Grant and John Bryan
Published by Copyright Control / Dharma Songs


Love Glove

Beat Boy - 1984

Love change, we change
One cheque for love
One lost glove
Never to reappear
Gone forever with the change
Oh it's such a shame
Nothing's true anymore

Give me the love glove
I'll give you love for a certain price
Give me the love glove
I'll give you love, gamble and sacrifice
I'll give you love, I'll give you love

Love I'll give you money
Sweet as sugar pure as honey
Hey don't walk away
You won't have to pay

Love I'll give you gold
Gold you pay the price
I throw the dice
Gamble risk sacrifice

Give me the love glove
I'll give you love for a certain price
Give me the love glove
I'll give you love, gamble and sacrifice

Love has changed to you
Who's got the glove, I've got the cheque
One check for love
I've got the glove who pays the price

Give me the love glove
I'll give you love for a certain price
Give me the love glove
I'll give you love, gamble and sacrifice
Give me the love glove
I'll give you love for a certain price
Give me the love glove
I'll give you love, gamble and sacrifice
I'll give you love, I'll give you love x 7