Lyrics to the "Days In Europa" LP
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Animation caused the game to close How we hurried to survive Animation caused the hanging fire How we hurried to retire Disengage time and the body`s on its own Feel the stagnation and this is where we are thrown Labour saving days are the ones that can`t recline Labour saving days are the ones that always shine Animation was a hidden source Always seeking a new mind Animation was a purifier Always starching a new find Rejuvenate time and the bodies join the throng Contact stains but the time it feels so long Leisure loving days are the ones that can`t decide Leisure loving days are the ones that can`t provide Animation was a lying cloud Pretending to survive Animation was a solemn heir Withdrawn from the play Animate time and the game is on its own Play at sustaining and this is where we are thrown Animating days are the ones that can`t recline Make believe days are the ones that always shine Leisure loving days are the ones that can`t decide Leisure loving days are the ones that can`t provide Labour saving days are the ones that can`t recline Labour saving days are the ones that always shine
The band still played Through the interval Candle lit but the room was still While two men dealt amongst the chill Charade... The stakes were high but the danger low Without a friend these risks would grow This the night their eyes would glow Charade... The band played on like a dazzling flame Another card for the burning game Selling solitude to ease the blame Charade... Then the time came to run or choose Either way one would fail and lose Gamble a partner and dim the fuse Charade...
Dissipated tears from the soldier He felt his world break, into a smoulder Disgusted jeers come from battalions He sought out refuge from new companions Overground cheers seek the answers The Heralds waiting, insert the dancers But all around the ballet sheltered The soldier listened as dancers faltered These children bore no malice Please God serve me the chalice This ash around me thickens Oh why does no one listen "Dulce et decorum est My childlike dream is marching west Dulce et decorum est For my soul I`ve failed the test Dulce et decorum est Come our Johnny join the rest" Heroic realms come from the martyr He felt his world cry into a banter But as the danger fell behind him He felt young soldiers marching past him These visions bear no meaning I must stand back and leave them Please never say you`re inside I need your world to confide "Dulce et decorum est My childlike dream is marching west Dulce et decorum est For my soul I`ve failed the test Dulce et decorum est Come our Johnny join the rest"
Are you alone You stand by the tree Which holds only an opening With nothing but sea Why do you cry Do you hide from the sneers Which darken the pathways And hold only tears Is there no end To these buzzards` attacks Which approach unexpected With nothing but facts Where is the love Restricted from view Hides in the chambers Will solitude do Is it a crime To hold such a task Where only one person Takes off the mask Who is to say Way up in the sky Can there be room With nobody to lie Pro and the cons Take the pro and the cons Bullet, needle or blade Guess I knew all long I`m caught in a charade
City grey walled in the distance Dusty roads white from the sun Doctors disease has to live here Nursing the sons One who can stray from the shepherds Heralds an outbreak of gloom Lost from relations unheard of Show us the tombs Home for the lonely, home for the new born Home for the plague, unclean Please for salvation and mercy Burn on bureaucracy`s pen Figure lay waste to the saviours Blinded again Virus becomes epidemic Throats grip with panic and fear No flight from quarantine stations Dying is here Home for the lonely, home for the aged Home for the plague, unclean Lookouts lie bare on the ramparts Cinemas boarded and closed Immunized peace rests uneasy Dying is done Home for the lonely, home for the new born home for the plague Home for the lonely, home for the aged home for the plague Home of the fetish, home of the hatred, home of the saved
Saw Vietnam as a partisan and wished I`d never been As I held the rope on through the scope I wish I`d never seen Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy`s dream But who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene Yankee, to war Yankee, head high, Yankee, in call Yankee, we cry. In Germany in the `45, my mind was on the altar Thought of God the Iron Rod and thought that needed shelter From `Tragen` pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder Saw a German son with a Yankee gun and a uniform much older Yankee, to war Yankee, head high, Yankee, in call Yankee, we cry. Working for the Yankee Dollar Working for the Yankee Dollar Processions bear that human flare which mark a hero`s welcome For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion And all flags and Yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning In an oversight, forgot the fight, which never bore elation Yankee, to war Yankee, head high, Yankee, in call Yankee, we cry. Working for the Yankee Dollar Working for the Yankee Dollar
We thought we`d cross the oceans higher We thought we`d get to that final line Now we`ve got these things in our way I`ve got the feeling that we don`t wanna stay And all the banners, all the flank And all the banners, all the flank say Hey, hey, look at this man Hey, hey, he`s Olympian Let`s go into the dream that stole Let us carry on with that fantasy Until we see other losing posts Let us carry on with humble boasts And all the banners, all the flank And all the banners, all the flank say Hey, hey, look at this man Hey, hey, he`s Olympian Now we`ve met the hostility Now we`ve met the gratitude Carried the banners and the flank They lay together while we sank
The chateau bursts in seething red As hour glass waits to count the dead Knowing, leering and standing by Enveloped, dwellers await to burn and cry Thanatos, thanatos All scruples fell in form aground While buildings slid without a sound Charred, smouldering and ridden through Woman chant in another shrew Thanatos, thanatos And shackles met amid the rain As sandfloors fed into disdain Singing, chanting and looking on Haunted hymns from a ballroom throng Thanatos, thanatos Thanatos Can`t you see Thanatos I`m so lonely Thanatos Can`t you see Thanatos I`m so lonely
From the corner I bled with dismay Sight of my victims It was my judgement day Walking the street So subtle and calm Caught in my pocket Was an Arian psalm And the memory shall linger And the memory shall fall It was a day in Europa My regression recalls Invent the position I attempt to conceal Vice of my nature The intruders can`t steal Model the guilty I blame the blamed Trangressions liable To cover in shame And the stainless shall linger And the guiltless prevail It was the day of our glory My righteousness hails Death the avenger I kill the unworthy goals Chase of their evil Yes, we had control Assist my mission Please don`t refrain Destroy the corruption Don`t take it in vain Oh, hear the singing The churches and the choirs Chanting hail to the mighty Oh, they are not lying Let us hail to mighty, the ritual begins Let us hail to Apollo, the cleanser of sins Let us hail to Europa, she always wins And the memory shall linger And the memory shall fall It was a day in Europa My regression recalls Hail to the mighty, the ritual begins Hail to Apollo, the cleanser of sins Hail to Europa, she always wins
I casted out the image from my mind Where did the mission say to leave a sign On the tables, books of Paris, start to shine Oh, the world ensembles as we dine Let`s talk of Jackals and drink sweet wine Peaceful times, Rome and Paris, are so fine Oh, I`m sure I`d like to move on soon Egyptian girls hide by the moon Stand by monumental toys Stand by me and cure turmoil Stand by me exquisite boys Stand by me and feel new soil I sacrificed the methods of my dreams On the latter, these new poets, stole the scene Oh, I`m sure they feel I can`t betray Egyptian girls can only say In peaceful times, new writers flow In peaceful times, new writers know In peaceful times, new winds can blow In peaceful times, new winds can grow Oh, winter and the palaces and vines My these messages that sweep the mind Oh, I`m sure that I must carry on Egyptian girls don`t last for long Stand by me, the snow has come Stand by me, Oh, do not run Stand by me, the summer is fun Stand by me, in animation
Vocals: Richard Jobson
Synthesiser, vocals, guitar: Stuart Adamson
Drums: Rusty Egan
Bass: William Simpson
Producer: Bill Nelson
Engineer: Ted Sharp
Special support: Jan & Elle Nelson & Sandra
Thanks to Clive, Pat, Kip & Big Eck
Recorded at Rockfield Studios, Wales
Sleeve design: Pearce Marchbank
Illustration: Mick Brownfield
Photos: Brian Cooke
Two down six to go
Dedicated to the ghosts of futility
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