Ένα “δολοφονικό” ριφ, ένα συγκλονιστικό κομμάτι των Ultravox της John Foxx περιόδου.
A killer riff, a breathtaking song by Ultravox, John Foxx era.
The Jekyll-Hyde of you
I can’t survive the tide of you
The vicious style of love, the whining
Pits and pendulums of lying
I don’t see how you survive in
Hard-line worlds you’re advertising
Sneaky features, facing, waiting
City sex is so frustrating
Young savage
Young savage
She’s like a steel wall
Speaks like a dance hall
Young savage
Young savage
Anything goes where no-one knows your name
The mirror love of vixens
Gets over the mask of victims
Money rents you insulation
Tenderness, asphyxiation
Someone else’s flesh to borrow
Sling it from your bed tomorrow
Live too fast for love or sorrow
Look behind the face, it’s hollow
Young savage
Young savage
She’s like a steel wall
Speaks like a dance hall
Young savage
Young savage
Anything goes where no-one knows your name
Young savage
Young savage
She’s like a steel wall
Speaks like a dance hall
Young savage
Young savage
Anything goes where no-one knows your name
The broken heart of you
Who stole, who stole a part of you
Changing blossoms into piss
And taking bites from every kiss
The past is dead, tomorrow’s too far
All the chemicals that bar us
Coloured hair, cheap tattoos
That tell you all their points of view
Young savage
Young savage
She’s like a steel wall
Speaks like a dance hall
Young savage
Young savage
Anything goes where no-one knows your name
Condemned to be a stranger
Subway dweller, dead-end danger
Peeking through the dust of friends
Who never gave, they’d only lend
Every sneer is thrown away
With practised gestures of disdain
The outlaw stance is so pedantic
Hate the world, it’s so romantic
Young savage
Young savage
She’s like a steel wall
Speaks like a dance hall
Young savage
Young savage
Anything goes where no-one knows your name
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A song very much of its time. I like it!
Thank your for mentioning it!
I always found it fascinating that the most representative works of art of their tine are also the ones that travel through time, the so-called “classic” ones.
You’re welcome! You’re right about the most representative songs of their time are the ones that become classics. I’d never thought of it that way.
You’re welcome! I’d never thought about works of art representative of their time as the ones that become classics–you’re right.
Reminiscent of the days when I was young and savage. Now I’m growing old with baggage. At least there’s this song and memories.
I’m sure you’re closer to savage than most of the “young ones”.
In some ways, yes. There are a lot of clueless young ones out there these days.