Young savage

"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? 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
In the passport of our sorrow
Look behind the face it's hollow.

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.

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."

Ultravox, Young Savage.

I found truth

"To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you.
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you.
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you.
In a room without window in the corner, I found truth.

In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more.
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor.
And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect.
I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.

I did everything, everything I wanted to.
I let them use you for their own ends.
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you."

Joy Division, Shadowplay.

The voice

"Native these words seem to me
All speech directed to me
I've heard them once before
I know that feeling.

Stranger emotions in mind
Changing the contours I find
I've seen them once before
Someone cries to me.

The look and the sound of the voice
They try, they try
The shape and the power of the voice
In strong low tones.

Forceful and twisting again
Wasting the perfect remains
I've felt it once before
Slipping over me.

The look and the sound of the voice
They try, they try
The shape and the power of the voice
In strong low tones

Sweetly the voices decay
Draw on the lines that they say
I'd lost it once before
Now it cries to me."

Ultravox, The voice.