JAPAN - TIN DRUM

Tin_Drum
The Art Of Parties
Talking Drum
Ghosts
Still Life In Mobile Homes
Visions Of China
Sons Of Pioneers
Cantonese Boy



The Art Of Parties

Once I was young
Once I was smart
Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves
The things we said weren't quite so tough
When we were young

Well I'm burning
I'm burning buildings
I'm building...this time

For the art of parties
Under heavy weather
The art of parties
I'm burning...burning

I'm living
I'm living my life
I'm living
This time 

The wind blew through my hair
Once I was young
I'd shelter from the sun
Once I was smart
We lived on the strength of our nerves
When we were young 

Well I'm burning
I'm burning buildings
I'm building...this time

Talking Drum

I hear a voice I hear a sound
But nothing plays on my mind
I take the car I travel round
But nothing stays on my mind

What do you do when things go wrong ?
I'm winning
In the heart of the bushland
What do you do when things go wrong ?
I'm winning
In the heart of the bushland

But now I'm scared
Now I'm lost in love
All these things were never done
Your burning bridge my talking drum
Now we're too late for heaven

Ghosts

When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's something I should know
Well I ought to leave but
The rain it never stops
And I have no particular place to go

Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life
Blow wilder then before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life 
Blew wilder than the wind

Well I'm feeling nervous
And I find myself alone
The simple life's no longer there
Once I was so sure
Now the doubt inside my mind
Comes and goes but leads nowhere

Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life
Blow wilder then before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life 
Blew wilder than the wind

Still Life In Mobile Homes

Sometimes the comfort of a room
Sometimes I'm quite alone
I pack to leave a foreign town
It seems I'll never know

But I'll rent new accomodation
We'll make plans for mobile homes

Slow boats moving with the tide
Drifting far from shore
It's the nature of this country life
I've never known before
Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses
From mobile homes

Plant life
My life
Still life in mobile homes
Plant life
My life
Still life in mobile homes

The sound of wildlife fills the air
So calm and dry
The bushland burns in this southern heart
Like an open fire

Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses
From mobile homes...mobile homes

Plant life
My life
Still life in mobile homes
Blood life
My life
Still life in mobile homes

A voice screams from heaven
As we start to sail
It's the calling of the fatherland
I used to know so well

But our age new accomodation
Will make plans for mobile homes

PLant life
My life
Still life in mobile homes
Plant life
My life
Still life in mobile homes

Visions Of China

I'm walking young and strong
But just a little too thin
I may be happy but I haven't clue to this life in my mind

Stay with me 
We could learn to fight
like every good boy should
Cling to me 
We are blacked out in visions of China
Tonight

I'm building heroes again
I never thought of before
I remember the fashion but don't have clue to your life in my mind

Stay with me 
We could learn to fight
Like every good boy should
Cling to me 
We are blacked out in visions of China
Tonight

We walk backwards say nothing
My visions of China
We're young and strong in this party
We're building our visions of China
We walk backwards say nothing
Visions of China
We're young and strong in this party
We're building our visions of China
We walk backwards say nothing
Our visions of China
We're young and strong in this party
We're building our visions of China

Sons Of Pioneers

Sometimes I feel I've been here forever
Sometime ago
Sometimes we sense the doubt together
Sometimes alone

I'm tired but we won't sleep at all 
even though the air is calm
Something here and something warm
something cuts the scars inside tonight

Sons of pioneers are hungry men

Every voice I hear sounds so familiar
Every song I know
Still there's been no change in the weather
But sometime we'll have to go

I'm tired but we won't sleep at all 
even though the air is calm
Something here and something warm
something cuts the scars inside tonight

Sons of pioneers are hungry men

Cantonese Boy

We're pushing through these farming towns
We worked hard ploughing over ground
Red army calls you the call of the crowd
Red army needs you they call you now
 
Cantonese boy 
bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
civilian soldier
Cantonese boy 
bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
Red army calls you home

We're singing marching through the hills
We're changing the lives we've led for years
Red army calls you the call of the crowd
Red army needs you they call you now
 
Cantonese boy 
bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
civilian soldier
Cantonese boy 
bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
Red army calls you home

Red army calls you
Red army needs you

Gentlemen you heard us call
raised your glass and called for more
Only young men broke the wall

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