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A taster of the 1980’s

A taster of the 1980’s. Old and new. Perfect Strangers , 1984.

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A taster of the 1980’s

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  1. A taster of the 1980’s Old and new

  2. PerfectStrangers, 1984 Can you remember remember my nameAs I flow through your lifeA thousand oceans I have flownAnd cold spirits of iceAll my lifeI am the echo of your pastI am returning the echo of a point in timeDistant faces shineA thousand warriors I have knownAnd laughing as the spirits appearAll your lifeShadows of another dayAnd if you hear me talking on the windYou've got to understandWe must remainPerfect strangers I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrowA strand of silver hanging through the skyTouching more than you seeThe voice of ages in your mindIs aching with the dead of the nightPrecious life (your tears are lost inFalling rain)And if you hear me talking on the windYou've got to understandWe must remainPerfect strangers

  3. Hard-rockdiehards • Followingthedecline of punk: hard rock resurgence • Supertramp, 1985, „Brother, whereyoubound?” • Deep Purplereformed 1982, with 2nd, most successfulline-up • PublishedPerfectStrangers, 1984 and thenthe House of BlueLightin 1987 • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZ_kez7WVUU

  4. Title song ABACAB, 1981 Look up on the wall, there on the floor,Under the pillow, behind the door.There's a crack in the mirror.Somewhere there's a hole in a window pane.Do you think I'm to blame?Tell me, do you think I'm to blame?(When we do it) you're never there.(When you show it) just stop and stare.(Abacab) he's in anywhere.(Abacab)If you're wrappin' up the world'Cause you've taken someone else's girl,When they turn on the pillow,Even when they answer the telephone,Don't you think that by now...Tell me, don't you think that by now. When we do it) you're never there.(When you show it) just stop and stare. (Abacab) he's in anywhere.(Abacab) doesn't really care.Do you want it? You got it. Now you know.Do you want it? You got it. Now you know.It's an illusion. It's a game,Or reflection of someone else's name.When you wake in the morning,Wake and find you're covered in cellophane,Well, there's a hole in there somewhere.Yeah, there's a hole in there somewhere.Baby, there's a hole in there somewhere.Now there's a hole in there somewhere.(When we do it) you're never there.(When you show it) you stop and stare.(Abacab) he's in anywhere.

  5. New musicbythe „old guard” • Genesis: ABACAB, 1981 • Song over 7 minutes! • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3BriIprFg-Y • Experimentation, largelyfollowing Mike Rutherford’sideas • A shocktomanyfollowers • Peter Gabriel, Security, 1982 • New agressivesound. Right fortheeighties? • Myfirstexperiencewithdigitalsound (hybrids, DDA))

  6. The Rhythm of theHeat Looking out the windowI see the red dust clearHigh up on the red rockStands the shadow with the spearThe land here is strongStrong beneath my feetIt feeds on the bloodIt feeds on the heatThe rhythm is below meThe rhythm of the heatThe rhythm is around meThe rhythm has controlThe rhythm is inside meThe rhythm has my soulThe rhythm of the heat…. Drawn across the plainlandTo the place that is higherDrawn into the circleThat dances round the fireWe spit into out handsAnd breathe across the palmsRaising them up highHeld open to the sunSelf-conscious, uncertainI'm showered with the dustThe spirit enters into meAnd I submit to trustSmash the radioNo outside voices hereSmash the watchCannot tear the day to shredsSmash the cameraCannot steal away spiritsThe rhythm is around meThe rhythm has controlThe rhythm is inside meThe rhythm has my soul

  7. New wave • Old (?) punk (?) bands: Magazine, „less punk, more experimental” • Back toNaturefromSecond-handDaylight, 1979 • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iExhVGg1mKw • The Police, theCure, etc. looselyas post-punk • Someapparentlygoingagainst trend: • DireStraits, labelled „roots rock” „pub rock” (?) fortheirfirstthreeLPsinthe 70s • Fourth, Love Over Gold, 1982, labelledprogressive. SamplingPrivateInvestigations • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxS-ICzjO6I • Punk-rock: American-British bandPretenders • Back ontheChain Gang, fromLearningtoCrawl, 1984 • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQcuIkZWGl8 • Synthesizer pop • DuranDuran, DepecheMode, Eurythmics,Ultravox • The VoicefromRagein Eden, 1981 • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZo_IKNgCd0 • Post-punk/avantgarde • Siouxsie and theBanshees • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLP35SNOSDY

  8. Back toNature Back to natureI can't go on like thisI want to walk where the power isBack to natureI don't know where to startBack to natureI don't have that kind of heartBack to natureBack to somewhere elseBack to natureAnd right back on top of yourselfBack to natureI`ve got to look downSee where I amOr just hit the groundAnd I'm telling youI know what you`ve been going throughIn my heart of heartsWhen I was hereAnd you were thereNothing was between usWe`re up in the airWe`re down on the ground Here are your friends againInching in the bedroom door Ah they won't to touch meAnd you show me their handsHow warm and soft and foreign they areCubans in surgical glovesOne on top of two an top of threeWell I`ve got more than youBack to natureThe voyeur will realiseThis is not a sight for his sore eyesBack to natureGetting back at youI couldn`t act naturally if I wanted toBack to natureA trip that I can`t takePeople are thinkingThat they`ve dreamed of this placeBack to natureIt was somewhere elseBack to natureRight back on top of yourselfAnd I`m telling youI know what you`ve been going throughIn my heart of heartsWhen I was hereAnd you were thereNothing was between usWe`re up in the air ...

  9. Privateinvestigations It's a mystery to me, the game commencesFor the usual fee, plus expensesConfidential information, it's a diaryThis is my investigation, it's not a public inquiryI go checking out the reports, digging up the dirtYou get to meet all sorts in this line of workTreachery and treason, there's always an excuse for itAnd when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day?What have you got to take away?A bottle of whiskey and a new set of liesBlinds on the window and a pain behind the eyesScarred for life, no compensationPrivate investigations

  10. Back ontheChain Gang I found a picture of you, oh ohohohWhat hijacked my world that night To a place in the past We've been cast out of? Oh ohohohNow we're back in the fight We're back on the train Oh, back on the chain gangA circumstance beyond our control, oh ohohohThe phone, the TV and the news of the world Got in the house like a pigeon from hell, oh ohohohThrew sand in our eyes and descended like flies Put us back on the train Oh, back on the chain gang The powers that be That force us to live like we do Bring me to my knees When I see what they've done to you But I'll die as I stand here today Knowing that deep in my heart They'll fall to ruin one day For making us partI found a picture of you, oh ohohohThose were the happiest days of my life Like a break in the battle was your part, oh ohohohIn the wretched life of a lonely heart Now we're back on the train Oh, back on the chain gang

  11. Ultravox: The Voice Native these words seem to me All speech directed to me I've heard them once before I know that feeling Stranger emotions in myndChanging the contours I find I've seen them once before Someone cries to me CHORUS : Oh, the look and the sound of The Voice They try, they try Oh, the shape and the power of The Voice In strong low tones  Forceful and twisting again Wasting the perfect remains I've felt it once before Slipping over me  CHORUS Sweetly the voices decay Draw on the lines that they say I'd lost it once before Now it cries to me CHORUS Oh, the look and the power of The Voice They try, they try Oh, the shape and the sound of The Voice In strong low tones Oh, the shape and the power of The Voice In strong low 

  12. Siouxsie and theBansheesCitiesinDust Water was running; children were running You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares shrine? But oh your city lies in dust, my friend We found you hiding we found you lyingChoking on the dirt and sandYour former glories and all the storiesDragged and washed with eager hands  But oh your city lies in dust, my friend Hot and burning in your nostrilsPouring down your gaping mouthYour molten bodies blanket of cindersCaught in the throes And your city lies in dust

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