제네시스, GTR에서의 활동 이후 최근까지 꾸준한 작품들을 발표하고 있는 기타리스트 스티브 아우는 일반적인 테크닉을 나열하는 형식이 아닌 드라마틱한 전개와 어레인지의 묘미를 뛰어나게 표현한 아트락 사운드를 들려주며 많은 국내 팬들의 관심을 불러 일으켰지만 중기 이후에 발표된 대부분의 작품들이 국내에 소개 되지 않아 아쉬움을 전해주었다. 본 작품은 그의 일관된 음악관이 뚜렷하게 표현된 중반기의 대표작품으로 기타, 신디사이져, 보컬 그리고 스트링 어레인지까지 그의 걸출한 음악성을 마음껏 발산한 완성도 높은 사운드를 들려준다. .... ....
Standing under the lamplight In one of the nicer parts of hell Behold this dreamer with rich red ruby lips Some pay for the privilege And some just pay to talk Because there are many sides to the night
When Father Thames lies sleeping His ever watchful sons Divide up the spoils of the day's takings A woman's work is never ever done She's a child a slave a teacher and a fool And then she vanishes from sight Did no one ever tell you There are many sides to the night
Standing under the lamplight Selling perfume sweetcorn and lace She looks beautiful from a distance But it's too dark to see her face I do it for my child alone And who would say it's just not right Verily I say unto you There are many sides to the night
Standard bearers march to the tick of the clock It's a war against time when you're fronting the flock Determined resolute defiant and strong Noble and Savage know they belong
In the heart of the city
The battlefield of love a ruffled feathered bed From fluid moist lips the benediction's said You love them and leave them with yesterday's guilt Everything's on schedule in the empire that you built
In the heart of the city
You close a deal Thursday at 7.45 The train home is empty you're the only man alive You throw away your clothes in a house of clouds The window is sealed the furniture in shrouds
Dark as night, dark as the grave Dark wherein my friend is laid Sleepwalkers fill the boulevards Pretty girls and backward boys All the voices can be heard, an opera of the absurd
Dark as night, dark as the grave Dark wherein my friend is laid We welcome you, we welcome you The world of chaos far away As the crowd of mourners said "Tragedy is nothing new"
Dark as night
Dark as night, dark as the grave Dark wherein my friend is laid
With Lana Turner on the screen beside me The frame is hardly filled by Orson Wells We switch into a Fred and Ginger number That they're dancing oh so well
Blowing the blues all night I'm sure I heard someone say Stars never fade and everyone's dying to play In Little America
We got a Chinese Elvis painted by Norman Rockwell His part tonight will be played by Richard Pryor The Mason Dixon line divides the free from all the rest so you can sell Oklahoma to Cinderella from Long Island And everyone's dying to play In Little America
Lower your standards raise your prices on cable TV Pretty woman seen at the death of a salesman All covered with cream
Like an arrow in the night Like an arrow by the day
Come away from your bed at night Leave all those empty halls behind Have no fear of death, have no fear of life The taste of victory ahead, the spirit never dies Like an arrow in the night Like an arrow by the day
A mission bell by the ghostly station Tolling in the wind The veins in your hand Stretch like broken trees of winter The last call the last port of entry Like an arrow in the night Like an arrow by the day
In the theatre of sleep Where no reason remains Dreamers and drifters Make their entrance onto the stage Non-stop scenery changes With promptings in the dark Trapped in unremitting violence As trees stripped of their bark When they're buried in your dream The past is a foreign country They do things differently there You're back in the old schoolhouse With rows and rows of chairs Well it might be war or Christmas With the tanks and guns and flares Or a witch that wields her broomstick The stars of your nightmare When they're buried in your dream I was trapped on the edge of a waterfall In an old riverboat A proud queen washed up at last She's giving up the ghost Slimy green water rising I knew that I would die I had no time to abandon ship, The morning had arrived
As New Orleans slips far away When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade When the beast within takes on a new shape The blood runs cold make no mistake
You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite And you stay awake half the night
A band strikes up and they're starting to play When the sirens wail but they're way too late The crowds don't see they're drunk anyway The inquest said it was coming her way
You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite And you stay awake half the night
Well you ran to ground as you always do And then they finally caught up with you Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting But pressure groups being what they are these days You were released after five years at a funny farm In upstate bankrupt New York To walk the streets once more
Standard bearers march to the tick of the clock It's a war against time when you're fronting the flock Determined resolute defiant and strong Noble and Savage know they belong
In the heart of the city
The battlefield of love a ruffled feathered bed From fluid moist lips the benediction's said You love them and leave them with yesterday's guilt Everything's on schedule in the empire that you built
In the heart of the city
You close a deal Thursday at 7.45 The train home is empty you're the only man alive You throw away your clothes in a house of clouds The window is sealed the furniture in shrouds
As New Orleans slips far away When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade When the beast within takes on a new shape The blood runs cold make no mistake
You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite And you stay awake half the night
A band strikes up and they're starting to play When the sirens wail but they're way too late The crowds don't see they're drunk anyway The inquest said it was coming her way
You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite And you stay awake half the night
Well you ran to ground as you always do And then they finally caught up with you Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting But pressure groups being what they are these days You were released after five years at a funny farm In upstate bankrupt New York To walk the streets once more