‘Frantic’ is not a word one normally associates with the popular perception of Bryan Ferry. The eleventh solo album from this most intriguing and influential of artists is an energetic, effervescent set, blending stylishly thrilling self-penned songs with a handful of emotionally-charged covers. Clearly refreshed by 2001’s triumphant Roxy…
(Ferry/Eno) I thought – you’d be my streetcar named desire My way – my taste of wine I thought – you’d be that flame within the fire One dream that just won’t die All night – looking for new love Impossible true love – nothing at all Looking for…
(Berns/Ragavoy) I thought I could find A kind of girl Who’d think that I was the only Guy in the world No more half -hearted kisses Oh that’s bad enough Oh no more teardrops No one way love Don’t look for someone Who likes to love fast You know…
(Ferry/Stewart) Walk up the driveway endlessly curving Go through the front door it’s so inviting Baronial great hall once so exciting Haunted by shadows faces in hiding Chair by the fire I feel a tremor Silent reminder you used to be there You are the princess my wand doth…
(Ferry/Stewart) Unconscious in Versailles Press play begin See my life flash by Oh neon wind Hiroshima mon amour I wake up in Chiang-Mai Think I must jack in I hear the wild girls cry Oh neon wind Hiroshima mon amour You make me weep You make me moan A…
(Ledbetter/Lomax) I asked your mother for you She told me that you was too young I wish to the Lord I’d never seen your face Or heard your lying tongue Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene I’ll see you in my dreams Sometimes I live in the…
(Ferry/Stewart) In days gone by There was a king A fool for love And all it brings So high and wise Could read your mind A fool for love And love is blind A crowded street An empty train A fool for love You cry in vain A fool…
Ja Nun Hons Pris Ja nun hons pris ne dira sa raison Adroitement, se dolantement non Mais par effort il faire chancon Mout ai amis, mais povre sunt li don
(Ferry/Stewart) When the heat is on you rant and rave Your poison pen your shotgun slave You realize life’s not the same Your tortured sighs they fall like rain Nobody loves me, nobody loves me When the cold wind blows I think of you Your emerald eyes your golden…
(Dylan) Well it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don’t know by now An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe It’ll never do somehow When your rooster crows at the break o’ dawn Look out your window and I’ll be…