The Very Best Of Spandau Ballet

To Cut A Long Story Short

The Freeze

Musclebound

Chant No 1 (I Don’t Need This Pressure On)

Paint Me Down

Instinction

Lifeline

Communication

True

Gold

Only When You Leave

I’ll Fly For You

Highly Strung

Round And Round

Fight For Ourselves

Through The Barricades

How Many Lies

Be Free With Your Love

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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

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

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

Chant No 1 (I Don’t Need This Pressure On)

I check the time, it’s almost time

A curious smell, an intangible crime

I’m washing my clothes, but the stain still grows

Cover your eyes, the stain still shows

I feel the graze against my skin

I know this feeling is a lie

There’s a guilt within my mind

I know this feeling is a lie

I don’t need this pressure on

Oh I should question not ignore

Songs are always buried deep

There’s a lion in my arms there is motion in my arms

Oh I should question not ignore

I should believe and not ignore

I don’t need this pressure on

You go down, down, down

Pass the talk of the town

You go down Greek street

Then it’s underground

Well it’s Soho life

For this mobile knife

It’s the place to shoot

Friday night ‘Beat Route’

ã1981 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing. Ltd

Paint Me Down

Paint me down

I’m walking into studio

Consider strange appeal

Paint me in the home

I’m brushing up on sketchbook

Designed for love unreal

Paint me in the home

Oil and skin you’ll need to buy it

Consider what I mean

She sinks beneath the moving pictures

Prepare the brush for me

I’m craving with this need

Paint me down

I’m soaking up the surface

Conceiving new idea

Paint me in the home

She’s oiling up her subject

But all still life is here

Paint me in the home

All the boys with framed dimension

A cover up on lust

He’ll take his pain and paint it over

Prepare the brush for me

I’m craving with this need

Paint me down

ã1981 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

Instinction

Cheap bed, in the red

Sleep the words out of your head

Cold floor, nice and raw

Eat the meat that’s on the floor

High tide, some disguise

Loving makes the cream taste nice

New shore, final score

Fresh demand, I’m wanting more

This might not last too long

So always take it

This might not last too long

So take it

Reasons, reasons were here from the start

It’s my instinction, it’s my instinction

Reasons, reasons are part of the art

It’s my instinction, it’s my instinction

You cry justify

But deep beneath the feelings lie

Photo, looking old

Memory makes the day feel cold

They’ve gone, sing your song

Walk the flow, ah, too slow

Post boom, second doom

Stealing cake to eat the moon

This might not last too long

So always take it

This might not last too long

So take it

Reasons, reasons were here from the start

It’s my instinction, it’s my instinction

Reasons, reasons are part of the art

It’s my instinction, it’s my instinction

Stealing cake to eat the moon

ã1982 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

Lifeline

Changing her colours she’s off to the shore

She rides the soul train and he fights the law

There’s power in his voice and it make her feel so sure

So live and let live in love

One day he’ll build a statue with his hands

So gentle when he tries to understand

This subterfuge he never really planned

Now you’re living in the lifeline

Exchanging their letters their exits begun

With deathless precision he’s aiming his gun

A democracy of sorts that justifies the sum

So live and let die in love

Neither has a ghost of a chance

Those decisions only can be made once

You never really know just what you’re giving

Till you’re living in the lifeline

He could have built a statue with his hands

So gentle when he tries to understand

You never really know just what you’re giving

Till you’re living in the lifeline

So live and let live in love…

ã1982 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

Communication

Communication always leaves me incomplete

The grass is greener but it’s grown beneath my feet

Love inspiration is a message on a wing

But I have left it in the words you’ll never sing

Communication let me down

And I’m left here

Communication let me down

And I’m left here

Again

Telex or tell me but it’s always second hand

I’m incognito but no rendezvous been planned

Dictate or relay I could send it to your home

“Return to sender” I could sing it down the phone

I’m sitting by the telephone

Waiting for the bell to ring

Short changed fumble

Dial-a-heart trouble

And I ain’t got time for searching through the rubble

Communication let me down

And I’m left here

Communication let me down

And I’m left here

Again

ã1983 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

True

So true

Funny how it seems

Always in time

But never in line for dreams

Head over heels, when toe to toe

This is the sound of my soul, this is the sound

I bought a ticket to the world

But now I’ve come back again

Why do I find it hard to write the next line

When I want the truth to be said

I know this much is true

With a thrill in my head

And a pill on my tongue

Dissolve the nerves that have just begun

Listening to Marvin all night long

This is the sound of my soul, this is the sound

Always slipping from my hands

Sand’s a time of it’s own

Take your seaside arms and write the next line

Oh I want the truth to be known

ã1983 Gary kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

Gold

Thank you for coming home

I’m sorry that the chairs are all worn

I left them here I could have sworn

These are my salad days

Slowly being eaten away

Just another Play For Today

Oh but I’m proud of you, but I’m proud of you

There’s nothing left to make me feel small

Luck has left me standing so tall

Gold

Always believe in your soul

You’ve got the power to know

You’re indestructible

Always believe in, because you are

Gold

Glad that you’re bound to return

There’s something I could have learned

You’re indestructible, always believe in

After the rush has gone

I hope you find a little more time

Remember we were partners in crime

It’s only two years ago

The man with the suit and the pace

You know that he was there on the case

Now he’s in love with you, he’s in love with you

And my love is like a high prison wall

But you could leave me standing so tall

Gold

Always believe in your soul

You’ve got the power to know

You’re indestructible

Always believe in, because you are

Gold

Glad that you’re bound to return

There’s something I could have learned

You’re indestructible, always believe in

ã1983 Gary kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

Only When You Leave

Laying in the afterglow,

I only want to learn what you know;

But now you’re leaving

How many hearts must you break?

How many calls must I make?

But now you’re leaving.

In this world, all that I choose has come unbearable.

But love is in your touch, oh, it’s killing me so much

Only when you leave, I’ll need to love you

And when the action has all gone,

I’m just a little fool enough to need you,

Fool enough too long

Only when you leave, you’ll leave in danger,

Oh, I’ll make sure that you pay

So give a little passion to a stranger,

And take this soul away.

I only want to make things last,

So how could this have gone so fast;

And now you’re leaving.

How many times must I learn

It’s only when you’ve gone that I burn;

Now you’re leaving.

In the end, all that is left has become unbearable.

It’s hard to change your mind, so leave it all behind.

Only when you leave, I’ll need to love you

And when the action has all gone,

I’m just a little fool enough to need you,

Fool enough too long

Only when you leave, you’ll leave in danger,

Oh, I’ll make sure that you pay

So give a little passion to a stranger,

And take this soul away.

Laying in the afterglow,

I only want to learn what you know;

But now you’re leaving

How many hearts must you break?

How many calls must I make?

But now you’re leaving.

In this world, all that I choose has come unbearable.

But love is in your touch, Oh, it’s killing me so much

Only when you leave, I’ll need to love you

And when the action has all gone,

I’m just a little fool enough to need you,

Fool enough too long

Only when you leave You’ll leave in danger,

Oh, I’ll make sure that you pay

So give a little passion to a stranger,

And take this soul away.

No, no, no, no

ã1984 Gary kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

I’ll Fly For You

Passion take the wind

And break me from this tie.

We’re mortals on the earth

But god’s up in the sky.

I haven’t got a clue. I haven’t got a thing

But what I give to you, is all that I could bring.

I’ll give you all my time. That’s everything to me

You know my only crime. Is this flight of fantasy

Because there’s nothing else here for you

And just because it’s easier than the truth

Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do

I’ll fly for you

Because I’ve nothing else here for you

And just because it’s easier than the truth

Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do

I’ll fly for you

Passion take the wind

And break me from this tie.

We’re mortals on the earth

But god’s up in the sky.

I haven’t got a clue

I haven’t got a thing

But what I give to you

Is all that I could bring whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Because there’s nothing else here for you

And just because it’s easier than the truth

Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do

I’ll fly for you

Because I’ve nothing else here for you

And just because it’s easier than the truth

Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do

I’ll fly for you, I’ll fly for you, I’ll fly

I’m just an average boy,

You’re more than average, girl,

And when you sing to me

The shoo-bee-doo’s you sing so well.

Oh, don’t you know that when I’m under you

I’m overjoyed

Because there’s nothing else here for you

And just because it’s easier than the truth

Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do

I’ll fly for you

Because I’ve nothing else here for you

And just because it’s easier than the truth

Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do

I’ll fly for you, I’ll fly for you, I’ll fly for you

I’ll fly…

ã1984 Gary kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

Highly Strung

This is the song of little Jo,

She’s not the girl I used to know

Forever screaming all the day and night.

She used to be a diplomat,

But now she’s down the Laundromat,

They washed her mind and now she finds it hard.

I know her name,

But now she never seems the same.

She don’t talk to me,

Cause she can’t take no sympathy.

Because she’s highly strung,

Highly strung, she’s undone

Highly strung

Highly strung, she’s undone

She’s stepping out upon the ledge,

She’s got a gun against her head,

She’s wired up to blow the power lines.

She’s walking out upon the knife

She’s take you to the edge of life

Just like the song, the pressures on again.

I know her name,

But now she never seems the same.

She don’t talk to me,

Cause she can’t take no sympathy

Because she’s highly strung,

Highly strung, she’s undone

Highly strung

Highly strung, she’s undone

ã1984 Gary kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd

Round And Round

I don’t have to be so wise,

You’re just my fantasy,

And I will fantasize,

Something more or less to make things started,

We’re the artisans,

And we’ve been crafted.

I wanna be your magical mystery

I wanna be your final history;

This is the news.

Nothings ever been so wild,

All that I get to do

Is what I give to you.

This is all about the circles we’ve found

And through the ups and downs

It goes round

Oh, I was just beginning to grow strong,

She was only eighteen summers long;

We were the news.

Round and round it goes,

And oh, don’t you know,