1.Vienna
Lyricist：Chris Allen, Warren Cann, Billy Currie, Midge Ure
We walked in the cold air
Freezing breath on a window pane
Lying and waiting
A man in the dark in a picture frame
So mystic and soulful
A voice reaching out in a piercing cry
It stays with you until
The feeling has gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna
The music is weaving
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings
The rhythm is calling
Alone in the night as the daylight brings
A cool empty silence
The warmth of your hand and a cold gray sky
It fades to the distance
The image has gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna
This means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna
2.All Stood Still
Lyricist：Chris Allen, Warren Cann, William Currie, Midge Ure
The lights went out
(The last fuse blew)
The clocks all stopped
(It can't be true)
The program's wrong
(What can we do？)
The printout's blocked
(It relied on you)
The turbine cracked up
The buildings froze up
The system choked up
What can we do？
Please remember to mention me
In tapes you leave behind
We stood still
We all stood still
Still stood still
We're standing still
The screen shut down
(There's no reply)
The lifts all fall
(A siren cries)
And the radar fades
(A pilot sighs)
As the countdowns stall
(The readout lies)
The turbines cracked up
The buildings froze up
The system choked up
What can we do？
Please remember to mention me
In tapes you leave behind
We stood still
We all stood still
Still stood still
We're standing still
The black box failed
(The codes got crossed)
And the jails decayed
(The keys got lost)
Everyone kissed
(We breathe exhaust)
In the new arcade
(Of the holocaust)
The turbine cracked up
The buildings froze up
The system choked up
What can we do？
Please remember to mention me
In tapes you might leave behind
We stood still
We all stood still
Still stood still
We're standing still
We stood still
We all stood still
Still stood still
We're standing still
3.Astradyne
4.Mr. X
Lyricist：Chris Allen, Warren Cann, Billy Currie, Midge Ure
I found the perfect picture of a perfect stranger
It looked as if it were taken in the forties sometime
Judging by the style
He could be a killer or a blind man with a cane
Perhaps he died in a car crash years ago
Right now it's impossible to tell
I almost thought I saw him standing, whistling on a bridge
I asked him the time but when he turned around
I saw it wasn't him at all
I'm still searching
I'm still searching
I saw him in an airport while he was sitting on a wing
I waved to him but I don't think he noticed me
I've got a funny feeling, I know who he is
Mr. X, Mr. X
Mr. X, Mr. X
Mr. X, Mr. X
Mr. X, Mr. X
Mr. X, Mr. X
Mr. X, Mr. X
...
5.New Europeans
Lyricist：Chris Allen, Warren Cann, William Currie, Midge Ure
In a quiet street washed by the rain
The room within the home
A lonely man sits cheek to cheek
With unique designs in chrome
The mellow years have long gone by
But now he sits alone
He has a brand new radio
But never turns it on
New Europeans
Young Europeans
New Europeans
A photograph of lovers lost
Lies pressed in magazines
Her eyes belong to a thousand girls
She's a wife who's never seen
Their educated son has left
In search of borrowed dreams
His television's in his bed
He's frozen to the screen
New Europeans
Young Europeans
New Europeans
On a crowded beach washed by the sun
He puts his headphones on
His modern world revolves around
The synthesizer's song
Full of future thoughts and thrills
His senses slip away
He's a European legacy
A culture for today
New Europeans
Young Europeans
New Europeans
Young Europeans
6.Passing Strangers
Lyricist：Chris Allen, Warren Cann, Billy Currie, Midge Ure
We were so young, we were too vain
Dance in the dark, sing in the rain
Time on our hands, hope in our hearts
We were talking, passing strangers
Moments caught across an empty room
Wasted whispers, faded secrets
Quickly passes, time goes, time goes by too soon
We stood alone, silent and proud
Moments unknown, lost in a crowd
Running through memories like thieves in the night
Clutching emotions, holding too tight
Hold turns to dust, shattered by light
We were talking, passing strangers
Moments caught across an empty room
Wasted whispers, faded secrets
Quickly passes, time goes, time goes by too soon
We were talking, passing strangers
Moments caught across an empty room
Wasted whispers, faded secrets
Quickly passes, time goes, time goes by too soon
We were talking, passing strangers
Moments caught across an empty room
Wasted whispers, faded secrets
7.Private Lives
Lyricist：Chris Allen, Warren Cann, William Currie, Midge Ure
All the boys are wearing blue tonight
We'll thrive, we'll dive, how can you lose？
All the strangers walk like you tonight
So tall, we fall for every move
We'll laugh and talk, don't stop for breath
And these are private lives
We dance 'til dawn, as they beat the drums
For all our private lives
Close your eyes and use the melody
Who cares, who stares under the light？
See the shadow tailing me again
It shows, it glows, and it grabbed so bright
8.Sleepwalk
Lyricist：Chris Allen, Warren Cann, William Currie, Midge Ure
Sleepwalk, sleepwalk, sleepwalk
Rolling and falling, I'm choking and calling
Name after name after name
Sleepwalk, sleepwalk, sleepwalk
Naked and bleeding, the streetlights stray by me
Hurting my eyes with their glare
Sleepwalk, sleepwalk, sleepwalk
Helplessly breaking, exchanging my faces
Destined, we had to collide
Sleepwalk
Caught on the outside, I'm crumpling and crawling
Watching the day drag away
Spiraling deeper, I can't feel my fingers
Rip round my throat as I dream
Dream
Sleepwalk, sleepwalk, sleepwalk
Sleepwalk, sleepwalk, sleepwalk
Sleepwalk, sleepwalk, sleepwalk
Sleepwalk, sleepwalk, sleepwalk
9.Western Promise
Lyricist：Chris Allen, Warren Cann, William Currie, Midge Ure
Hai
Oh mystical East, on old postcards
Your childhood dreams and energies
Your temples' gardens, old world charm
An ancient culture, torn and scarred
This is my Western promise
Oh mystical East, you've lost your way
Your rising sun shall rise again
My Western world gives out her hand
A victor's help to your fallen land
This is my Western promise
Hai
Mystical East, all taxi-cabs
All ultra-neon, sign of the times
Your Buddha Zen and Christian man
All minions to messiah, Pepsi can
This is my Western promise
10.Passionate Reply
Lyricist：Christopher Thomas Allen, Warren Reginald Cann, William
Currie, Midge Ure
Suddenly you'll find
Yourself waiting for a long time
Your back's to the wall
But now you must go
Painting scenes from magazines
Sucking breath from nicotine
Standing tall against the crowd we sigh
Taking turns on telephones
Living lives in other homes
Listening for the passionate replies
Suddenly we find
Ourselves talking for a long time
Our voices are low
But now you must know
Giving all you have to give
Taking all you've got to live
Plotting all mistakes along the way
Find it hard to take it all
Reading names on other walls
Writing down the words we tried to sing
Suddenly you'll find
Yourself waiting for a long time
Your back's to the wall
But now you must go
Suddenly you'll find
Yourself waiting for a long time
11.Waiting
Lyricist：Chris Allen, Warren Cann, William Currie, Midge Ure
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Move on as we step in time
Strange words from the other line
Edging forward, feeling strong
Syncopate with the marching song
Thoughts and dreams flick across your mind
Fade away as you wait for your time to go
You're waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Looking back as you head for home
Unsure if you walk alone
Friends call from an open door
Strange voice as you cross the floor
Thoughts of home flick across your mind
Slip away as you wait for your time to go
You're waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
12.Herr X
Ich fand ein vollkommenes bild
Von einem vollkommenden fremden
Nach dem oder auf dem bild
Müßte es in den 40er aufgenommen sein
Er könnte ein gerissener oder
Ein blinder mit einem stock
Vielleicht starb er vor jahren
In einem autounfall
Heute kann man es vermutlich wissen
Danach glaubte ich, ich hätte den falschen
Auf einer brücke stehen gesehen
Ich fragte ihn nach der zeit
Aber als er sich umdrehte sah ich
Das er es gar nicht war
Ich suche immer noch
Ich suche immer noch
Ich sah ihn am flughafen
Wo er auf einem stuhle saß
Ich liebte ihn aber ich glaube nicht das er mich veränderte
Ich habe das komische gefühl
Das ich weiß wer er ist
Herr X...
13.Alles Klar
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