JOURNEYS TO GLORY

ã All songs written by Gary Kemp

Produced by Tony Swain, Steve Jolley & Spandau Ballet

Published by reformation publishing co ltd.

TO CUT A LONG STORY SHORT

REFORMATION

MANDOLIN

MUSCLEBOUND

AGE OF BLOWS

THE FREEZE

CONFUSED

TOYS

GLOW (not on LP but was a b side)

To Cut A Long Story Short

Soldier is turning

See him through white light

Running from strangers

See you in the valley

War upon war

Heat upon heat

To cut a long story short I lost my mind

Sitting on a park bench

Years away from fighting

To cut a long story short I lost my mind

Standing in the dark

I was waiting for the man to come

I am beautiful and clean

And so very, very young

To be standing in the street

To be taken by someone

Standing in the dark

I was waiting for the man to come

I am beautiful and clean

And so very, very young

To be standing in the street

To be taken by someone

Questions, questions

Give me no answers

That’s all they ever give me

Questions, questions

‘Oh look at the strange boy

He finds it hard existing’

To cut a long story short I lost my M-I-N-D

ã1980 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

REFORMATION

Bleak and tired Western skies

Silence crashing with quiet lies

Shattered glass reflects elation

Reformation, Reformation.

I saw you running through my dreams

Question held me to the scene

Your face was wet with perspiration

Reformation, Reformation.

There’s something wrong

Man is something that must be overcome

Quick, snap, break, crack, complication

Reformation, Reformation.

I saw you running through my dreams

A sun that burst through a cloudy scene

Shattered glass reflects elation

Reformation, Reformation.

ã 1981 Gary Kemp. Published by Reformation Publishing Ltd.

MANDOLIN

Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin

Waiting in the dark

Centuries passed down upon

Your smooth Venetian skin

Memories oh memories

Lay stains upon your heart

When lovers dance into the trance

You weaved by candlelight

Oh I saw a sunrise like never before

As mandolin played I cried for more.

Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin

Waiting in the dark

Centuries passed down upon

Your smooth Venetian skin

Incessant sound, incessant sound

That stirs the young and pure

Incestuous I kiss my hand

And play the calling drum.

The lover cried into the silk

Many years ago

Your voice laid comfort down upon

His European skin.

Oh I saw a sunrise like never before

As mandolin played I cried for more.

Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin

Waiting in the dark

Centuries passed down upon

Your smooth Venetian skin.

ã 1981 Gary Kemp. Published by Reformation Publishing Ltd.

MUSCLEBOUND

We’re building fires that will burn until morning

The smell of books and hot stone surround us

Tough is the leather that’s strapped to my skin

Strong are the bonds that we make

We feel the steam as it rises around us

Up from the soil that it’s cracking it’s back

Tough is the leather that’s strapped to my skin

Strong are the bonds that we sing

Work ‘til you’re musclebound all night long

To hear a pulsing from chanter to mountain

Down through the vain and into the grain

Strong is the shoulder that moves to the time

Here is the land it can break

Ha! Strong is the leather that’s strapped to my skin

Strong are the bonds that we sing…

ã1981 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

AGE OF BLOWS

This is an instrumental song

ã 1981 Gary Kemp. Published by Reformation Publishing Ltd.

THE FREEZE

Blue sing la lune, sing lagoon

These visions are making me stay

The artist pretending it’s art

The question is where do you pay

Unpack my case one more time

I’ll cancel my train once again

Destiny give me a day

Erogenous zones win again

ã1981 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

CONFUSED

I don’t get it

What the hell is all the things they say?

In the papers

About the capers, went on yesterday

You hear it again

From another friend

Then here I am

Trying how I can

In the middle of it all

So confused, now

About the news, now

Will it help me at all?

I see no change

I’m just the same

Lost in this place

Just one more face

Guess I’ll never be found

Where do I go?

Which way do I flow?

Oh, I’m falling around

They say “Boy you’ve had your time to choose

Come on now, you’ve got no time to lose”

Is this the way out

So I can stay out

Or just another way in?

When I get there

Oh, I betcha

It is where I’ve been

I’ve had enough

Of getting rough

Then here I am

Trying how I can

In the middle of it all

So confused now

About the news, now

Will it help me at all?

I’ve seen no change

I’m just the same

Lost in this place

Just one more face

Guess I’ll never be found

Where do I go?

Which way do I flow?

Oh, I’m falling around

They say “Boy you’ve had your time to choose

Come on now, you’ve got no time to lose”

Oh, I don’t get it

What the hell is all the things they say

In the papers

About the capers went on yesterday.

ã 1981 Gary Kemp. Published by Reformation Publishing Ltd.

TOYS

We are the night

We’ll tempt you and turn you on

Live in our hearts

And play with your man

These are your toys

Hold them and they’ll obey

From blood into life

They still become your toys

This is your game

In heaven in your bedroom

Your chivalrous knight

Will save you tonight

They’ll look for reasons again and again

Let them go, let them go, let them go

You’ll have your reasons again and again

For letting them go

We are the night

We’ll tempt you and turn you on

Live in our hearts

And play with your man

They’ll look for reasons again and again

Let them go, let them go, let them go

You’ll have your reasons again and again

For letting them go

Oh, oh, oh, oh,

Stand by the wall

Watch as they shoot you down

From blood into stone

They still become your toys

Your toys

ã 1981 Gary Kemp. Published by Reformation Publishing Ltd.

GLOW (not on LP but was a b side)

Glow take out this foreign heart

Wash off the sand that seeps out

Through my eyes

I’ve still sleep in my eyes

Cold, cold’s how we felt so long

Accuse me of lying, and speaking of lies

I’ve still sleep in my eyes

Glow like a lover…

Out, out is the winter pale

Gold rising june in the blue of my eyes

I’ve still sleep in my eyes

Glow this is my family

Send for the soul you can soon realise

I’ve still sleep in my eyes

Glow like a lover…

ã 1981 Gary Kemp. Published by Reformation Publishing Ltd.