Duran Duran - The Wild Boys (Official Music Video)
In August moon's surrender to A dust cloud on the rise Wild boys fallen far from glory Reckless and so hungered On the razors edge you trail Because there's murder by the roadside In a sore afraid new world They tried to break us Looks like they'll try again
LYRICS ENGLISH: I'm sick of doubt. Live in the light of certain south. Cruel bindings. The servants have the power. Dog-men and their mean women, pulling poor blankets over our sailors. I'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the T.V tower. I want roses in my garden bower. Dig? Royal babies rubies, must now replace aborted. Strangers in the mud. These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed. They are waiting to take us into the severed garden. Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour? Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed. Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders, smooth as raven's claws. No more money, no more fancy dress. This other kingdom seems by far the best. Until its other jaw reveals incest and loose obedience to a vegetable law. I will not go. Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family.
Awake. Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day, choose the sign of your day. The day's divinity. First thing you see. A vast radiant beach and cool jewelled moon. Couples naked race down by its quiet side, and we laugh like soft mad children, smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy. The music and voices with all around us Choose they croon, the ancient ones. The time has come again. Choose now they croon beneath the moon, beside an ancient lake. Enter again the sweet forest, enter the hot dream, come with us. Everything is broken up and dances. Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding. Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
I'll tell you this... No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn. Back in those days, everything was simpler and more confused. One summer night, going to the pier, I ran into two young girls. The blonde one was called Freedom, the dark one, Enterprise. We talked and they told me this story. Now listen to this... I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat, soft driven, slow and mad, like some new language. Reaching your head with the cold sudden fury of a divine messenger. Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god. Wandering, wandering in hopless night. Out here in the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned, immaculate.
<<< YOU HAVE TO DO THIS ALBUM BEFORE YOU CTB :: Please kids, listen to Grandpa :: he was quite clever before he became a smackhead rentboy!>> nyeh. nyeh.
Wild Child - The Doors
i listened to american prayer last nite