Ultravox!
Album - 25 febbraio 1977 - Debaser id 54861

Enter me gently, I break in the light
Cover my eyes, with the rags of my life

Was I dreaming
Or did you say
The frontiers are falling
It's time to be slipping away
Let's slip away
Let's slip away

All things fall from me, the bonds and the veils
All things blow by me, my sorrows have sails

Was I dreaming
Or did you say
The empires are fading
It's time to be slipping away
Let's slip away
Let's slip away

What am I to do
Don't leave me
What is there to say, I really...

We're just wasting time
Let the night takes its place
Colour my eyes with the dusk of this wonderful day

Let's slip away
Let's slip away

Letters from lovers are lining my grate
Some came too early and some came too late

Were you speaking
Or did I say
The frontiers have fallen
It's time to be slipping away

As you call me
My hands they fall open
My mouth it is frozen
The chrysalis tumbles
I'm falling
Slow motion
Dissolve

I found the bones of all your ghosts
Locked in the wishing well
While birdsong gourmets dragged empty nets
I slumbered in my shell

In Mitternacht, die Mensch-Maschine kissed me on my eyes
I rose and left the fire-ladies
Glowing lonely in the night
With all the pornographers
Burning torches beneath the sea

I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine

I stole a cathode face from newscasts
And a crumbling fugue of songs
From the reservoir of video souls
In the lakes beneath my tongue

In flesh of ash and silent movies
I walked at boulevards again
A nebula of unfinished creatures
From the lifetimes of my friends

My, how your innocence has depraved me

I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine

Broadcast me, scrambled clean
Or free me from this flesh
Let the armchair cannibals take their fill
In every cell across wilderness

We'll trip such a strangled tango
We'll waltz a wonderland affair
Let's run to meet the tides tomorrow
Leave all emotion dying there in the star cold

Beyond all of your dreams

I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine

Ah!

Dangerous rhythm
Dangerous rhythm
Dangerous rhythm in the air

Stranger to stranger
We're both dressed for danger
Something is generating here

Oh, take off your halo
For the all-night inferno
Something is happening in the air

It's not like anything I've ever known before
And I don't care

Dangerous rhythm
Dangerous rhythm
Dangerous rhythm in the air

Surging and merging
Urgent and urging
Soft as a footstep on the stair

The red light is on now
My gravity's gone and how
I can feel something in the air

It's not like anything I've ever known before
And I don't care

Dangerous rhythm
Dangerous rhythm
Dangerous rhythm in the air

Dangerous rhythm
Dangerous rhythm
Dangerous rhythm in the air

Dangerous rhythm
Dangerous rhythm
Dangerous rhythm in the air

Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter

I'm a lonely hunter, a hungry ghost
When you call a passion, you must pay the host

Look upon me as I thunder
I wonder if you wonder
How it feels to be
The lonely hunter?

Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter

The wind blows clouds across my cheek
My collar's up and my coat is sleek

Look upon me as I plunder
I wonder if you wonder
How it feels to be
The lonely hunter?

Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter

Achtung!


Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter

Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter

Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter

My sex
Waits for me
Like a mongrel waits
Downwind on a tightrope leash

My sex
Is a fragile acrobat
Sometimes I'm a novocaine shot
Sometimes I'm an Automat

My sex
Is often solo
Sometimes it short circuits then
Sometimes it's a golden glow

My sex
Is invested in
Suburban photographs
Skyscraper shadows on a car crash overpass

My sex
Is savage, tender
It wears no future faces
Owns just random gender

My sex
Has a wanting wardrobe
I still explore
Of all the bodies I knew
And those I want to know

My sex
Is a spark of electro-flesh
Leased from the tick of time
And geared for synchromesh

My sex
Is an image lost in faded films
A neon outline on a high-rise overspill

My sex
My sex