Presentation on theme: "A taster of the 1980’s Old and new. Perfect Strangers, 1984 Can you remember remember my name As I flow through your life A thousand oceans I have flown."— Presentation transcript:
A taster of the 1980’s Old and new
Perfect Strangers, 1984 Can you remember remember my name As I flow through your life A thousand oceans I have flown And cold spirits of ice All my life I am the echo of your past I am returning the echo of a point in time Distant faces shine A thousand warriors I have known And laughing as the spirits appear All your life Shadows of another day And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect strangers I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow A strand of silver hanging through the sky Touching more than you see The voice of ages in your mind Is aching with the dead of the night Precious life (your tears are lost in Falling rain) And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect strangers
Hard-rock diehards Following the decline of punk: hard rock resurgence – Supertramp, 1985, „Brother, where you bound?” – Deep Purple reformed 1982, with 2nd, most successful line-up Published Perfect Strangers, 1984 and then the House of Blue Light in 1987
Title song ABACAB, 1981 Look up on the wall, there on the floor, Under the pillow, behind the door. There's a crack in the mirror. Somewhere there's a hole in a window pane. Do you think I'm to blame? Tell me, do you think I'm to blame? (When we do it) you're never there. (When you show it) just stop and stare. (Abacab) he's in anywhere. (Abacab) If you're wrappin' up the world 'Cause you've taken someone else's girl, When they turn on the pillow, Even when they answer the telephone, Don't you think that by now... Tell me, don't you think that by now. When we do it) you're never there. (When you show it) just stop and stare. (Abacab) he's in anywhere. (Abacab) doesn't really care. Do you want it? You got it. Now you know. Do you want it? You got it. Now you know. It's an illusion. It's a game, Or reflection of someone else's name. When you wake in the morning, Wake and find you're covered in cellophane, Well, there's a hole in there somewhere. Yeah, there's a hole in there somewhere. Baby, there's a hole in there somewhere. Now there's a hole in there somewhere. (When we do it) you're never there. (When you show it) you stop and stare. (Abacab) he's in anywhere.
New music by the „old guard” Genesis: ABACAB, 1981 – Song over 7 minutes! – – Experimentation, largely following Mike Rutherford’s ideas – A shock to many followers Peter Gabriel, Security, 1982 – New agressive sound. Right for the eighties? – My first experience with digital sound (hybrids, DDA))
The Rhythm of the Heat Looking out the window I see the red dust clear High up on the red rock Stands the shadow with the spear The land here is strong Strong beneath my feet It feeds on the blood It feeds on the heat The rhythm is below me The rhythm of the heat The rhythm is around me The rhythm has control The rhythm is inside me The rhythm has my soul The rhythm of the heat …. Drawn across the plainland To the place that is higher Drawn into the circle That dances round the fire We spit into out hands And breathe across the palms Raising them up high Held open to the sun Self-conscious, uncertain I'm showered with the dust The spirit enters into me And I submit to trust Smash the radio No outside voices here Smash the watch Cannot tear the day to shreds Smash the camera Cannot steal away spirits The rhythm is around me The rhythm has control The rhythm is inside me The rhythm has my soul
New wave Old (?) punk (?) bands: Magazine, „less punk, more experimental” – Back to Nature from Second-hand Daylight, The Police, the Cure, etc. loosely as post-punk Some apparently going against trend: – Dire Straits, labelled „roots rock” „pub rock” (?) for their first three LPs in the 70s – Fourth, Love Over Gold, 1982, labelled progressive. Sampling Private Investigations Punk-rock: American-British band Pretenders – Back on the Chain Gang, from Learning to Crawl, Synthesizer pop – Duran Duran, Depeche Mode, Eurythmics,Ultravox – The Voice from Rage in Eden, Post-punk/avantgarde – Siouxsie and the Banshees
Back to Nature Back to nature I can't go on like this I want to walk where the power is Back to nature I don't know where to start Back to nature I don't have that kind of heart Back to nature Back to somewhere else Back to nature And right back on top of yourself Back to nature I`ve got to look down See where I am Or just hit the ground And I'm telling you I know what you`ve been going through In my heart of hearts When I was here And you were there Nothing was between us We`re up in the air We`re down on the ground Here are your friends again Inching in the bedroom door Ah they won't to touch me And you show me their hands How warm and soft and foreign they are Cubans in surgical gloves One on top of two an top of three Well I`ve got more than you Back to nature The voyeur will realise This is not a sight for his sore eyes Back to nature Getting back at you I couldn`t act naturally if I wanted to Back to nature A trip that I can`t take People are thinking That they`ve dreamed of this place Back to nature It was somewhere else Back to nature Right back on top of yourself And I`m telling you I know what you`ve been going through In my heart of hearts When I was here And you were there Nothing was between us We`re up in the air...
Private investigations It's a mystery to me, the game commences For the usual fee, plus expenses Confidential information, it's a diary This is my investigation, it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery and treason, there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whiskey and a new set of lies Blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life, no compensation Private investigations
Back on the Chain Gang I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh What hijacked my world that night To a place in the past We've been cast out of? Oh oh oh oh Now we're back in the fight We're back on the train Oh, back on the chain gang A circumstance beyond our control, oh oh oh oh The phone, the TV and the news of the world Got in the house like a pigeon from hell, oh oh oh oh Threw sand in our eyes and descended like flies Put us back on the train Oh, back on the chain gang The powers that be That force us to live like we do Bring me to my knees When I see what they've done to you But I'll die as I stand here today Knowing that deep in my heart They'll fall to ruin one day For making us part I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh Those were the happiest days of my life Like a break in the battle was your part, oh oh oh oh In the wretched life of a lonely heart Now we're back on the train Oh, back on the chain gang
Ultravox: 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 mynd Changing the contours I find I've seen them once before Someone cries to me CHORUS : Oh, the look and the sound of The Voice They try, they try Oh, 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 CHORUS Sweetly the voices decay Draw on the lines that they say I'd lost it once before Now it cries to me CHORUS Oh, the look and the power of The Voice They try, they try Oh, the shape and the sound of The Voice In strong low tones Oh, the shape and the power of The Voice In strong low
Siouxsie and the Banshees Cities in Dust Water was running; children were running You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares shrine? But oh your city lies in dust, my friend We found you hiding we found you lying Choking on the dirt and sand Your former glories and all the stories Dragged and washed with eager hands But oh your city lies in dust, my friend Hot and burning in your nostrils Pouring down your gaping mouth Your molten bodies blanket of cinders Caught in the throes And your city lies in dust