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Erasure
Erasure


Background information
Origin England
Genre(s) Synthpop
New Wave
Years active 1985—present
Label(s) Reprise Records
Mute Records
Sire Records
Associated acts Depeche Mode
Yazoo
Andy Bell
The Assembly
Website Website
Members
Vince Clarke
Andy Bell



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Erasure Album


Wild! (10/16/1989)
10/16/1989
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Blue savannah song
Oh, blue savannah song

Somewhere 'cross the desert
Some time in the early hours
In a restless world
On the open highway

My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you

Blue savannah song
Oh, blue savannah song

Racing 'cross the desert
At a hundred miles an hour
To the orange side
Through the clouds and thunder

My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you

Well I'm on my way back and your love will bring me home (say that your love
will bring me home)
I'm travelling fast and your love will bring me home (say your love will bring
me home)
Will I discover that your love will bring me home? (dream away darlin')
Will I discover that your love will bring me home? (yeah)

Somewhere 'cross the desert
Some time in the early hours
To the orange side
Through the clouds and thunder

My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you

Home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only (sweet to surrender)
I send my love to you

Ooh, savannah song (sweet to surrender)
To you only
I send my love to you

Ooh, savannah song
To you only

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One rule for us, for you another
Do unto yourself as you see fit for your brother
Is that not within your realm of understanding?
A fifty-second capacity of mind, too demanding?

Woah, then poor unfortunate you
There are a myriad of things that you can do
Like pick up a pen and paper (pick up a pen and paper)
Go and talk to a friend (go and talk to a friend)
The history of the future (history of the future)
No violence or revenge

Your shame is never ending
Just one psychological drama after another
You are guilty (guilty)
And how you ever entered into this life
God only knows the infinite complexities of love

We all have the ability
Our freedom is fragile
We all laugh and we cry, don't we?
We all bleed and we smile

Your shame is never ending
Just one psychological drama after another
You are guilty (guilty, guilty)
And how you ever entered into this life
God only knows you're not to sacrifice the art of love

Your shame is never ending
Just one psychological drama after another
We are guilty (guilty, guilty)
And how we ever entered into this life
God only knows the infinite complexities of love

We are guilty (guilty, guilty)
And how we ever entered into this life
God only knows we're not to sacrifice the art of love

We are guilty (guilty, guilty)
And how we ever entered into this life
The Lord only knows the infinite complexities of love

You are guilty (guilty, guilty)
And how we ever entered into this life

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Love leave me alone, I've got troubles of my own
I do believe that I have paid the price
For all the things I've said and done
Every little thing that seemed to go wrong

How many times will I regret the chances taken?
And why do I end up always the one who is mistaken?

Love leave me to sleep, let me wallow in my dreams
See the icy past fade away
The dawning of a brand new day
The echoes of the past that still remind me

How many times will I regret the chances taken?
And why do I end up always the one who is mistaken?

How many times will I regret the chances taken?
And why do I end up always the one who is mistaken?

How many times will I regret the chances taken?

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We go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From Moscow to Mars
Universe falling down

You've got look real hard
There's a fiery star hidden out there somewhere
Not the satellite of love but a laser shooting out it's shiny tongue there

God is love, god is war
TV preacher tell me more
Lord redeem me, am I pure?
Pure as pure as heaven
Sent you money, sent you flowers
Could worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?

Go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From Moscow to Mars
Universe falling down

You've got look real hard
Is it in your heart? Yeah it's in there somewhere
The power wrapped in your palm, show it to me, hit them with your wrath and
thunder

What's your pleasure? Tell it to me
How did you know? Show your beauty
In you somewhere, somewhere in me
Pure as pure as heaven
Sent you money, sent you flowers
Could worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?
Yee-hah

Rolling along through a rose-coloured glow
The city looks pretty in pink
Armageddon is here

Did you ever have a lover leave you for another
And take your love and kisses for granted?
Never to discover war is not the answer, leave you only disenchanted

God is love, god is war (God is love, god is war)
TV preacher tell me more (God is pure as pure as heaven)
Father help me, am I pure?
Pure as pure as geaven
Sent you money, sent you flowers (God is love, god is war)
Could worship you for hours (God is pure as pure as heaven)
In whose hands are we anyway?

Go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From Moscow to Mars

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Oh Suzi you're shaking your red hair
Disco diva y flamenco chico
You know the eyes will all be fixing on you tonight
La bonita a la vista de un marinero

The men in the casa de rosa
The have a penchant for living
She'll be dancing 'til the coca wears off tonight
Who's a bad girl tonight?

Tonight she'll be having fun
The likes of which we'll never know
Tonight she'll be having fun
See her go

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Woah estamos en la gloria

Oh Suzi you're shaking your red dress
Viva tango to revive the bull
She'll be dancing, she'll clicking her heels tonight
If you see her estrellita, she'll make you king for a day

Ole to the cabaretera
She'll sing all your troubles away
Looking down the barrel of a loaded gun
Pata tendida, si no la bandida, she go ratta-ttatta

Ariba, ariba, ariba, andele
Kiss all them working-day blues away
'Til the light of day
Estamos en la gloria

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Woah estamos en la gloria

La gloria

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Don't ever let me take you for granted
You've got the finger on the pulse of my soul
Mmm, let me place a kiss in the small of your back
Love and protect you from the evils of this world

Mmm, baby don't ever leave me stranded
Who ever said that the streets were paved with gold?
Well I'm afraid that we're all sadly mistaken
There's nothing here 'til we have someone to hold

Mmm, I love you with all the joy of living
'Til the lights go down in New York City
It's a special love affair
There's magic in the air

You've gotta shake me down
Bring me 'round to my senses
'Til I'm lost and found
And you surround me with your senses

If love wasn't here would we reinvent it?
Mmm, take me down to the very root of my soul
Mmm, baby say it as if you really mean it
And feel the passion work its way up through your skin

Mmm, I love you with all the joy of living
'Til the lights go down in New York City
It's a special love affair
There's magic in the air

You've gotta shake me down
Bring me 'round to my senses
'Til I'm lost and found
And you surround me with your senses

Let me take you by the hand
And we can go and find a brand new world
Star light, star bright
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you to a safe place in this world

You've gotta shake me down
Bring me 'round to my senses
'Til I'm lost and found

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When I was young I would scream blue murder 'til I had my own way
Run from the family, tell of a story to spite my elders

Round and round
The boy in the garden of lies
And science fiction

Brother and sister
And father of mine
Keep us together
And keep us in line
A lot we depend on
A lot we can do
Send love to mother
I'll be good to you (I'll be good to you)

To pollute of the mind of a minor, the only escape from the rigours of life
Pretend we're a family and try to believe in the virtues of truth

Round and round
Caught up in a tangle of lies
And deception

Brother and sister
And father of mine
Keep us together
And keep us in line
A lot we depend on
A lot we can do
Send love to mother
I'll be good to you (I'll be good to you)

Round and round and round and round and
Round and round and round and round
Round and round and round and round and
Round and round and round and round

Brother and sister
And father of mine
Keep us together
And keep us in line
A lot we depend on
A lot we can do
Send love to mother
I'll be good to you (I'll be good to you)

Still we're going 'round
The boy in the garden of lies

Brother and sister
And father of mine
Keep us together
And keep us in line
A lot we depend on
A lot we can do
Send love to mother

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There's something I need to say (hey yeah yeah)
I'm not sad you're going away now (hey yeah)
Won't be calling information (no sir-ee)
Or waiting at the railway station (whoo whoo)

You walked outta my front door
I wasn't then, but now I'm sure

I need to be at least 2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you

Had to get me to the church on time
Say that silly I do, I do nursery rhyme (I do I do I do I do I)
You've been bitching at me for a while (yeah yeah yeah)
Say hey now baby don't you cramp my style (uh)

Don't go beating me like that
I'm glad you won't be coming back

I need to be at least 2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you

Don't go beating me like that
I'm glad you won't be coming back

I need to be at least 2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you

And the further away from me you are

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Fire of the sun, flowers crumble into dust
The seed shall scatter and die
Light in her eyes, pours black in their lives
We gather 'round the funeral pyre

And here we stand in old England's land
Shattered glass on the ground
There are no words to console this earth
Restore old England's pride

Never in a million or so years
Did we suffer so much bloodshed

Here comes the man with the warm and gentle hands
Her name burnt into his brow
Scorn in her eyes, her back to the cries
We spit upon the life that never was

And here we stand in old England's land
The rose is choked by its thorn
She will cast salt for your wound
Old England wears no crown

Never in a million or so years
Did we suffer so much bloodshed

Never in a million or so years
We didn't want to hurt you but it's not over yet
No never in a million or so years

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Never get angry at the stupid people
Though I go crazy at the dullness of my life
Sit and I stare through a dusty window
An empty face stares back at me and cries

My vulnerability rushes up to me
And I'm left here
The rebel without a cause
And the deeper I delve into
The consciousness of me with you
The harder it gets
I need to close my eyes
What hurts me most
I'll never see your eyes again

Though I get weary doesn't mean that I'm unwilling
My body belies me, I'm a fertile mind
And as I grow older the world forgets me
And talks to me as if I'm some kind of child

Their insensitivity washes over me
'Til I'm left here
The rebel without a cause
The deeper I delve into
The consciousness of me and you
The harder it gets
I need to close my eyes

What hurts me most
I'll never see your eyes again
The harder it gets
I need to close my eyes
I can't recollect
I'll never see your eyes again
I try to forget
I'll never see your eyes again
What hurts me most
I'll never see your eyes again


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