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Bryan Ferry
Bryan Ferry


Background information
Born September 26, 1945
Origin Washington, England
Genre(s) Glam Rock
Art Rock
Years active 1971—present
Label(s) Island Records
Virgin Records
Polydor
Atlantic Records
Reprise Records
EMI Group
Atco Records
Associated acts Roxy Music
Chester Kamen
Website Website



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Bryan Ferry Album


Boys And Girls (1985)
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Never seem to touch
I didn't feel enough
Motivation
Then I heard you call
Then I need it all

Never been in love
Never needed much
Complication
Then I hear you call
And I need it all

Where beat goes on
There you've been and gone
When I hear your name
Will I feel the same
Sensation

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Tell her I'll be waiting
In the usual place
With the tired and weary
And there's no escape

To need a woman
You've got to know
How the strong get weak
And the rich get poor

You're running with me
Don't touch the ground
We're restless hearted
Not the chained and bound

The sky is burning
A sea of flame
Though your world is changing
I will be the same

The storm is breaking
Or so it seems
We're too young to reason
Too grown up to dream

Now spring is turning
Your face to mine
I can hear your laughter
I can see your smile

No-I can't escape
I'm a slave to love

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Mama says truth is all that matters
Lying 'n' deceiving is a sin
Drifting through a world that's torn and tattered
Every thought I have don't mean a thing

Mama says love is all that matters
Beauty should be deeper than your skin
Living for the moment - lips and lashes
Will I ever find my way again

Mama says only stormy weather
Don't know why there's no sun in the sky
Footsteps in the dark come together
Got to keep on moving or I'll die

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When love's gone
There's no one
A waste land
A ghetto
When love's gone
A tear on
A waste land
Your pillow

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Oh baby do it again and again
I can hear nothing
Windswept is the sand

Oh baby show me more
I can see nothing
Windswept is the shore

Heatwave to nightshade
Oh Iґm feeling swept away

Oh baby donґt leave me there
With a low whisper
Windswept on the air

You say itґs nothing
But a game to play
Oh Iґm feeling swept away

Slow baby you can take your time
I can hear nothing
Windswept is on the tide

A feeling only or state of mind
You can take me high mama
Mama take me high

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Gold and silver walk the main street
Sons and lovers learn to suffer
Born in shadow where we first meet
Dreams that money cannot offer

Swollen river I've been thinking
Words of passion and sorrow
Make believing is the real thing
Here today or gone tomorrow

April fever is no stranger
Night and morning in my shadow
World of pleasure and danger
Take my spirit - I must follow

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Tell me something I must know
The burning question why
Half a man is twice as much
When he's on the line

Happiness - hard to get
Valentine in hand
None of them will ever guess
But you understand

How many men in a world of their own
There is no end to great unknown

Tell me something I must know
I'm outside looking in
Train of mirrors none so fair
Let the show begin

How many men in a world of their own
There is no end to great unknown

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What do you find on the street tonight - nothing
It's a river of no return
Diamonds they're your only friend tonight
Break the mirror and bang the drum

Let's be cool about it
Oh we're cool about it now
Stone woman - the pain is gone
And the pleasure is yet to come

What do you see on the street tonight - nothing
But another heartbreak hotel
Stranger - you're the only friend tonight
Pick a number and ring the bell

Let's be cool about it
Oh we're cool about it now
Stone woman - the pain is gone
And the pleasure has just begun

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I'm a stranger in your town
That's the place I belong
Laid behind the frame
And the curtain's torn again
A wailing saxophone
You know it's all in my song
All the sin that I can take
But you don't even know my name

You've got so sense of fun
But you know I've one
All the good has turned to bad
All you know what I think of that
No time to dream
No time to sigh
No time to kill
When love walks by
And who's that crying in the street
Death is the friend I've yet to meet

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