1995 - ELYSIAN FIELDS (LIVE IN EUROPE 1992-93-94 CD)


VIENNA
(written and released by Ultravox in 1980 on Vienna LP)

We walked in the cold air.
Freezing breath on a window pane,
Lying and waiting.
The man in the dark in a picture frame,
So mystic and soulful.
A voice reaching out in a piercing cry,
It stays with you until

The feeling has gone only you and I.
It means nothing to me.
This means nothing to me.
Oh, Vienna.

The music is weaving
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings,
The rhythm is calling.
Alone in the night as the daylight brings,
A cool empty silence.
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky,
It fades to the distance.

The image has gone only you and I.
It means nothing to me.
This means nothing to me.
Oh, Vienna.

This means nothing to me.
This means nothing to me.
Oh, Vienna.


ECLIPSE

Watching those flowers burning out tonight
Screams and soft lovers, memories of a fight.
Slowly the clouds are fading into a cage,
While from my hands is falling another page...
Dreams and lost days are burning in the past,
Velvet black rays are drifting now so fast,
And in the great light I cannot see no more
Where is the right side, where is the golden door.
Mornings and colors are playing out of here,
Because I don't remember the memories of fear,
The aura of the moondawn is loosing her contours,
Sweet angels of heaven are missing their return.
Echoes of whispers so similar to paint,
Distant, so distant, like diamonds in the rain,
And if for a moment there lights are on your lips,
I know, there's no answer, but a wonderful eclipse.


HELDENPLATZ

Silent so silent and silently
One tear for my years
White days after white days
The old churches still remembering
Whispers and souls of youngmen in love
And now I recall the warm heart of my emotion

The silence all around the snowy gardens
And late at night the last open cafe in a dark street
Down some stairs
She's gone into a distant light

Silent so silent and silently
One stone for my years
And all the others are gone

The silence all around the snowy gardens
And late at night the last open cafe
In a dark street down some stairs
The fable's ending
Vienna is still shining
Her chant cuts with a lament
The dying sunset beams
Blue blood of Winter
She's gone into a distant light


IN THE ENDLESS RAIN

Dead cities.
Me inside me.
Spring's coming from you
in this solitude.
Lost in the true of death.
Sands.
Icy Miami Cyborgs
Icy Miami Cyborgs,
Inside, inside...

These men without my eyes,
they don't know, they don't know.
The warm wind's calling from the sea.
Waters in which I'm drifting.
Golden desertical beachs.
Eternal love, eternal cry.

I see the windows,
I see Uranie hotel from the inside,
old chairs on the edge of the wall of shadows,
and all that I love...
Dad is dead in my arms,
and so, all each others..
Mother!

The trees rebirth around him
how can I explain it to myself..?
Lights of life, lights of life
so near to me,
one step again, only one in your rain;
laying on the sand..
Rain's falling on his body.
There's a point in that immensity,
in the obscure ocean.
And now Miami is dead,
Wet sands... wet sands...


DER TOTE LIEBKNECHT
(written by Polish writer Rudolf Leonhard)

Seine Leiche liegt in der ganzen Stadt,
in allen Höfen, in allen Straßen.
Alle Zimmer sind vom Ausfließen
seines Blutes matt.

Da beginnen Fabriksirenen
unendlich lange dröhnend aufzugähnen,
hohl über die ganze Stadt zu gellen.
Und mit einem Schimmer
auf hellen starren Zähnen
beginnt seine Leiche
zu lächeln.