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World of Tomorrow
05:14
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The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
Is here today
The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
Is here to stay
Backwards glances at a sepia life,
In shades of gray
Echoes from another time
Reverberate and fade away
Hints lurking in the noise
Suggestions of what might be
Clues hiding in the ether
A hint of destiny
The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
Is here today
The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
Is here to stay
No belief. No relief.
From a world driven by hate.
The tide is turning and it won't go back
We won't have to wait for…
The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
Is here today
The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
The World of Tomorrow
Is here to stay
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There’s a Disco in my head
It puts me in a trance
My fingers start to tap
And my feet want to dance
There’s a disco in my head
I can feel it all around
The beat of my heart
Is the beat of the sound
The beat is tapping code
Just waiting to explode
With a mirror-ball unfolding in my head
You can feel it in heart
The beat is in my art
It’s the DNA thread
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The pulse of the beat
The dance floor incomplete
Until contact is made
Signals all around
You can feel it in the sound
It’s the love parade
There’s a Disco in my head
It puts me in a trance
My fingers start to tap
And my feet want to dance
There’s a disco in my head
I can feel it all around
The beat of my heart
Is the beat of the sound
So come out and dance
Feel it, take a chance
Release is the ultimate goal
Feel it all around
Surrender to the sound
Let the rhythm take control
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Friday Night's
06:01
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I remember those Friday nights… so long ago
Tower Records, and then to the Palms, underneath the neon glow
The I-Beam always had the coolest bands
New sounds coming from faraway lands
Too many people in my two-seater car
Kissing total strangers in each and every bar
Falling for those quirky bands, the Units or Voice Farm
Getting past the velvet ropes, not with looks but with charm
We’d save all week, just to live, for Friday Nights
We’d plan all week, looking ahead, to get it right
I want to go back there again,
I want to go back there again
I want to go back there again
I want to go back there again
Dressing up in anything, from leather to lace
There was probably too much make-up on our face
Wild neon colors in our hair
People would always turn, and stare
Party at the End Up, till the break of day
All night drinking, wouldn’t have it any other way
Dancing in the gutters, looking at the stars above
Finding heartbreak, when we were looking for love
We’d save all week, just to live, for Friday Nights
We’d plan all week, looking ahead, to get it right
I want to go back there again,
I want to go back there again
I want to go back there again
I want to go back there again
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At Fillmore on to Steiner and Post
Countless nights at Winterland, loved the most
From the Airplane, to Bowie, or the Nuns
The Rolling Stones, weren’t the only ones
New Wave Kabuki, Soft Cell or ABC
Frankie or Eurythmics, weren’t the only ones to see
Iggy and the Stooges, at Bimbo’s for a night
Erasure at the I-Beam, a wonderful sight
A night at Slim’s with the Art of Noise
Until December playing We Are the Boys
Blondie @ the Mahubay, coming on late
Siouxsie hanging out, on the Haight
Romeo Void, never said never
The B-52s party, going on forever,
The Warfield fogged for the Sister’s of Mercy
Prince at the Civic touring Controversy
All the Ballrooms of San Francisco
Rock & roll to glam, New Wave & Disco
Nights lost in the music,
Days lost in the bars
Anticipating magic
Caught up in the stars
Too many special places, now lost to time
Too many stars, cut down in their prime
Nothing could quench, that rock & roll desire
Needing to be there, when magic would catch fire
Dancing in the underground to Flash & the Pan
Sylvester rose to sing, everyone a fan
Marianne Faithful sang of longing and hope
While people in the bathroom were scoring some dope
Blancmange at Wolfgang’s or the Sex Pistols end
Winterland destroyed, never to transcend
The I-Beam, went condo, the Stone went away
The Regency reborn, to play another day
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Underneath the high-rise buildings
Bathed in the neon glow
The trains pass overhead
Cars cruise by so slow
The mood is taut, with pent up tension
The roar of your bike, catches attention
Furtive glances, the edge of danger
Putting trust in a total stranger
Everyone was mesmerized
Whenever you entered a room
Were you a boy or a girl?
Everyone would just assume
A toss of your hair, a meaningful stare
Suggestions of what could be
If the price was right, you’d stay the night
And make it ecstasy
Chorus
Let’s look into the future, by burning up the past
We thought we could dance forever, but knew it couldn’t last
- Let’s live, live too fast
- We know, it won’t last
- Let’s erase the past
- and let the moment catch fire...
Evenings spent in leather bars
To penthouse parties and expensive cars
Any kind of drug, just to numb the pain
A line or three, or a spike in a vein
But it all unravelled
Too hard to pretend
On that fateful evening
Slit writs and a happy end
Chorus
Let’s look into the future, by burning up the past
We thought we could dance forever, but knew it couldn’t last
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6. |
Slow Dancing
05:09
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7. |
Bridges Burnt
04:59
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We were Friends, until we weren’t
As you torched the bridge that you burnt
Dancing naked on the last ember
Never forget, I still remember
You act so nice, but you like to play rough
So demure, but it’s really a bluff
Oh so quiet, with a Cheshire smile
Those dead eyes, with no beguile
You see conspiracies because you conspire
You never learned to balance trust and desire
Lies with reinvention, at every turn
Those helping hands you so easily burn
Consolidating power, the golden shower
That you rain down upon your friends
The person you portrayed, the games that you played
You can never make amends
Bridges Burnt
A life of pleasantries is what you are after
When you leave the room, do you hear the laughter?
I once wondered, why you were alone
The fallow field of friendship that you’e sown
An empty life, searching for that wife
Or a lapdog for your vanity
A dark and twisted view, of everyone you knew
A slim grasp on sanity
Consolidating power, the golden shower
That you rain down upon your friends
The person you portrayed, the games that you played
You can never make amends
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8. |
Disco (Redux)
05:43
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There’s a Disco in my head
It puts me in a trance
My fingers start to tap
And my feet want to dance
There’s a disco in my head
I can feel it all around
The beat of my heart
Is the beat of the sound
The beat is tapping code
Just waiting to explode
With a mirror-ball unfolding in my head
You can feel it in heart
The beat is in my art
It’s the DNA thread
---------
The pulse of the beat
The dance floor incomplete
Until contact is made
Signals all around
You can feel it in the sound
It’s the love parade
There’s a Disco in my head
It puts me in a trance
My fingers start to tap
And my feet want to dance
There’s a disco in my head
I can feel it all around
The beat of my heart
Is the beat of the sound
So come out and dance
Feel it, take a chance
Release is the ultimate goal
Feel it all around
Surrender to the sound
Let the rhythm take control
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Tomorrow's World
05:40
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Munich Syndrome California
Founded in the mid 80’s, Munich Syndrome IS David B. Roundsley. Post-punk, synth pop, new wave, with a bit of downtempo, ambient, and a pinch of glam! Styles range from dance, EDM, synthwave, to chill ambient and a bit of new wave rock. Munich Syndrome was, and is, David B. Roundsley! ... more
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