THEATRE OF TRAGEDY - 2000
"Musique"
Track List:
1. Machine
2. City of Light
3. Fragment
4. Musique
5. Commute
6. Radio
7. Image
8. Crash/Concrete
9. Retrospect
10. Reverie
11. Space Age
12. The new man (bonus track)
1. Machine
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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Look up here
Look down there
I am the new man
I'm tangled in wires
Chipset adept
Memory load
Keep your vogue code that all have
Tomorrow's world we've all seen
Keep your modern ways
And keep your bugs
The Metal Man is here to stay
Talk talk
You say I only work, all night and day
Talk talk
Do say 'Use me, I'm cheap to rent'
Computerised
Voice synthesised
Call me the mech man
In a world of machines
What can I do but to serve
Store the data and calculate
Speak and spell and operate
Engineer the rail and motorway
Automaton of yesterday
Talk talk
You say I only work, all night and day
Talk talk
Do say 'Use me, I'm cheap to rent'
2. City of Light
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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High-rise buildings
Low cost apartments
Financial district
Industrial area
Rows of blue collars
Steelworkers' clink-clang
Metal rhythm left and right
This is the city, city of light
Flicker
Click on
Click off
Click on
The faceless men
The machines of the city
6 p.m. whistle
Next the inner city
Smiling grimey faces
Tea at the local pub
Low-cut dresses
High-spirited workers
Sizzling neon-lights, click on
This is the city, city of light
Flicker
Click on
Click off
Click on
The faceless men
The machines of the city
2 a.m. binge
Low-life slagheap
Used up and burnt out
Like a kick in the teeth
Ramble, shamble on home
Grime back in harness
Metal rhythm left and right
This is the city, city of light
Flicker
Click on
Click off
Click on
The faceless men
The machines of the city
3. Fragment
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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Broken frames
Shattered glass
Like a monochrome film
The replaceable background
Flickers and dissolves
Out of control
There's no sense, it's all Volta, Ampиre and Ohm
Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome
Out of focus, blurred image
As solid as a liquid monument
A second of life
The time-frame of '69
Technology, machinery, humanity
It's all the same
There's no sense, it's all Volta, Ampиre and Ohm
Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome
Time and age, what's the difference
Based upon the same reference
Touch-and-go, who's to know the random order
Contorted, distorted it doesn't make any sense at all
A fragment, a segment - bits and pieces, bits and Hz
Angular, circular
It's all the same
There's no sense, it's all Volta, Ampиre and Ohm
Earth to Moon, it's the same as London-Rome
4. Musique
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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I synthesise and press a lighted key
Turn it on, compose a melody
Redo from start, I need more rhythm
1 and 4 was for the Commodore
A catchy beat, I put it on repeat
I program more, but still it's incomplete
Start and stop, where's the perfect pitch?
I won't give up until I tap my feet.
I'm gonna make a perfect line
Gonna make it stick to your mind
I won't give up that magic rhyme
Got to hear it just one more time
Computer music is just like oxygen
Try and fail, again, again, again
I need the recipe for the perfect melody
I add more tracks, run out of DSP
Timbre and tone, I want it synthetic
Knobs and sliders, no button pushing matrix
Dadaistic, nothing too profound
Electric music resounding all around
I'm gonna make a perfect line
Gonna make it stick to your mind
I won't give up that magic rhyme
Got to hear it just one more time
5. Commute
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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Mobile phones
Commuter trains
The Terminus is full of men
Crisscross network
Zigzag railway
The next stop is Waterloo
White-collar timetable
9 to 5 urban robot
Standby, I'm on a trip with you
Standby, I thought it lasted through
Standby, I'm on a trip with you
It's more fun to commute
Take the Tube
Take the M25
There's traffic jam all around
Double-decker
A fare to Chequers
To tell about my points of view
Standby, I'm on a trip with you
Standby, I thought it lasted through
Standby, I'm on a trip with you
It's more fun to commute
Public transport
No need for comfort
It's all so and so, touch-and-go
Pass a train wreck
Call the tube-tech
I'll make it to work some other day
White-collar timetable
9 to 5 urban robot
Standby, I'm on a trip with you
Standby, I thought it lasted through
Standby, I'm on a trip with you
It's more fun to commute
He pulls
She pushed
I read the papers in the transit lounge
I dial the number
Now I'm certain
I'll make it home some other day
6. Radio
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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Electric broadcast
The new transmission waves
Turn the dial
Transistor radio
The deadpan voice I want to hear
Recieve the news
Recieve the tunes
We've tuned in to the ether melody
It's bright and clear and full of energy
Music won't stop
Electro pop
Commercial workshop
I want your time, I need your time to make a rhyme
On the radio now
Ether melody news
For you and me
Antennae beaming sound, news and speech
Marconi's words
'Let it be so'
Apparatus signal it out
Information
Communication
We're in the building of the wireless voice
Static morse
Radar, television
The interference
Incoherence
Scrambled signals
I want your waves
Spectral sound
Tune in, tune out
On the radio now
Ether melody news
For you and me
Radio for you and me
The airwaves are fully free
Radio for you and me
Oscillating energy
On the radio now
Ether melody news
For you and me
7. Image
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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You act a pansy, pushover
Do live your fancy, go lower
Who is that, something says your name
You seem chancy, moreover
The call is mine
I'm gonna get you up
I'm gonna get on top
The call is mine
On the skew, you're dancing all over
You are the anti-fashion statement
In a blue suit, orange pullover
You look like my old dog Rover
I'm gonna get you up
I'm gonna get on top
The call is mine
8. Crash/Concrete
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I can hear you
I feel your pounding me onto the street
I've learned to know the taste of concrete
Why don't you follow me?
Street brash - time flies, tick-tock
Eyes flash - feels like electroshock
I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
I know this marks the end of my hey-day
Why don't you follow me?
9. Retrospect
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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Here we are
We stand in line
One more time today
There is no sense
The cigarette in hand
It's all gone bad
No name, privilege, no hope and fame
We've seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future
We were waiting for something
We were listening to the heartbeats
It could take us
It could take our names; it's the same as no hope and fame
We've seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future
This is no age for us
It seems we're out of class
We are fragile
Like statues made of sand
We've seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future
10. Reverie
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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Car-crash and an elevator
Make you someone else
Never try yourself
Restore you
Tick-tock clock and teddy boys
Bop 'till you're fagged out
Open windows shout
She wore me, she wore you
Walk these streets
She's concrete
Reverie
All is free
Knick-knack, flashy bric-a-brac
Seesaw heartbeat, she is back
Windscreen eyes are black and blue
She saw you
The Fleet Street scooter-boys are due
They want to see you
You're vogue and hip and on a rendezvous
Adore you
Walk these streets
She's concrete
Reverie
All is free
11. Space Age
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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Гагарина, Терешковой, Леонова
Лайка, Белки и Стрелки
Space age pioneers
Exporing the outer spheres
Stars, planets, cosmos
Sterne, Planeten, Kosmos
Космос
Гагарина, Терешковой, Леонова
Лайка, Белки и Стрелки
12. The new man
lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy
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Broken bottles, and a broken nose
No reason not to lounge in a pose
I could stand in shade light and laugh at you
You were wrong - it's happened to you too
This is the new circuit
Tell me of your pain
'Shove you around?', now close the door
This is not love
This is my sort of softly touching you
A Brownian motion of whacks on your face
'Who are you?'
Hat-stand man-man in a fancy suit
He's a laugh, it's him and Jim and his prostitute
Gold teeth spat out onto the concrete street
Get into the car with its vinyl seats
This is the new circuit
Tell me of your pain
'Shove you around?', now close the door
This is not love
This is my sort of softly touching you
A Brownian motion of whacks on your face
'who are you?'
This is not the new man
'who are you?'
This is not the new man
This is not love
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