Street Life Collection

by STRASSE

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credits

released 02 January 2011

Produced by Charles Storm
The Market Hall, produced by Midge Ure
Mastered and re-mastered at Bohus Sound by
Dragan Tanaskovic

Artwork by Louise Storm
Layout, Stationary Bros
© Luminol Grammofon

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Track Name: Fashion Week
FASHION WEEK (Storm/Ryden)

We´re ready for blackout, our faces are blue
Small tiny fingers from pills and glue
Dynamite poses, blowing kisses on que
We´re ready for blackout, some cocaine too
Taking my picture, blowing kisses on que

From fashion to fashion
There´s no killing time
From fashion to fashion
It´s all do or die
We pray at the nightclub

I´m ready to join the human race
But now I´m too busy with Johnnys nails
We´re ready for blackout, our faces are blue
Track Name: Dying For The Wild Life
DYING FOR THE WILD LIFE (R. Ryden)

Moon doggie you´re beautiful
Space junkie where do you come from?
I see stars in the sky, hell below
Pretty little things you cant let go
Stars in the sky…

I’m checking out the wildlife
I’m ready for the moon
I’m dying for a good time
I’m saving my despair,
like tomorrow wasn´t there anymore.

Moon doggy got no time to sleep
Im dreaming of eternal speed
God save Queen, remote control
Pretty little things and dinosaurs
Stars in the sky, hell below…
Track Name: One of the Aliens
ONE OF THE ALIENS (R. Ryden)

There´s nothing in this world I can´t do
There´s nothing in this world I won´t do
Humans make a drug look fine
And bad blood can taste like wine
But lately, its been hateful, disgraceful, no fun.
2d: But baby, no need to save me, I´m wasted and self-made

Everythings all right
I’m one of the aliens
Everything´s so cool
I’m one of the aliens

ALIENs – “Je dans retarde…”
Track Name: Damascus 602
DAMASCUS 602 (R. Ryden)

I used to be a dead man
Now I´m just a man
You wanted something more to break
And my head upon your plate

I used to be a good boy
Then, woken with a kiss

I used to drive a car
I used to be a pig
I used to be a dead man
Track Name: The Stranger In Your Eyes
THE STRANGER IN YOUR EYES (R. Ryden)

On an empty subway train
Under cemetary skies
There´s something in this ghost town
That never goes away

My heart is like the snowman
On a warm and sunny day
I put on a little make up
Now you see me walk away

These are our lives beneth the moon
A looking glass world in black and blue
Don´t be afraid of the stranger in your eyes

These are our lives we made our own
These are the nights we spent alone
Don´t be afraid of the stranger in your eyes

I think I saw you smiling
In a second rated bar
You´re never ever lonely
In a pool full of sharks
Track Name: Spiders
SPIDERS (Storm/Ryden)

Determination – here comes the after world
It’s like suffocation – I’m not the best of girls
Determination – I´m on the night xpress
It´s no celebration - here comes the after world

Spiders in love
We’re two spiders in love

Suburbia Lives - something to die for; determination
Suburbia Lives is something to cry for
crying for the moon, determination, liebling

Coughs like an angel, no time to play it safe
Down goes an angel, Downtown to Marakech
Determination – here comes the after world
Track Name: Shakespeare Was An American
SHAKESPEARE WAS AN AMERICAN (R. Ryden)

Shakespeare was an American, American, a savage one
Shakespeare was an American, sing a long Americans
Downtown faces all alone
Disco lights but no one home

Shakespeare was an American
Everything is coming up dead roses
Everything is coming up dead roses

Friday night is terrible, Saturday forgettable
Human trash down to the bone
We love your face, in a fade-out-way
Sacred hours on Madison
Dubonnet in Camden Town

Shakespeare was an American
Track Name: Transylvanian Flower
TRANSYLVANIAN FLOWER (Ryden/Storm)

Everybody wants to rule the world
And bring down the moon
Everybody wants a bigger sky
We can blow out too

And you feel - like it´s real
Like a technicolour Sunday.
Yes, you feel - like it´s real
Like the Kennedys in Brixton

Transylvanian flower
European lives
Transylvanian flower
A long kiss goodbye

It´s do or die for the Man upstairs
He´s so discreet
It´s do or die for the Gucci crowd
The pride of your street

And you feel like it´s real
Like Picasso on the catwalk

Transylvanian flower
European lives
Transylvanian flower
European lies
A long kiss goodbye

Dress you up like a hollow scream
Dress you up like a hollow scream
Dress you up like a beauty queen
Dress you up
Dress you up
I dress you up…
Track Name: The Thin Man From Atlantis
THE THIN MAN FROM ATLANTIS (Storm/Ryden)

I was the first man underground
I was the best man of them all
I had to hurt myself in every sordid way
I had to break sombodys chains

I was the first man to start a fire
I was the best man for the job
Like a rocket to mars, like a work of art
In the end everything burns

My-my, I´m driven by a black moon
My-my, I´m tearing down my walls
I´m half past animal

I was the first man underground
I was the best man of them all
Like a rocket to mars, like shooting star
In the end everything burns

Your happy face is not my happy face
I talk like a nuclear bomb
I was the noble creep
I gave you no sleep
I had to break sombodys chains