01	Desiree						03:14
	02	Kids to Blame						03:21
	03	Broken Lady						03:17
	04	Juno						03:24
	05	Touch of Tequila						03:51
	06	Moonshine						11:38
	07	Heaven (Never Seemed So Far Away)						03:20
	08	Hot and Bothered						02:55
	09	Dazed						04:19
	10	Baby Please Don't Go						02:31

Airborne


Album released 5/76


Desiree (Mick Jacques/Sonja Kristina/Stewart Copeland)
Kids to Blame (Stewart Copeland/Norma Tager)
Broken Lady (Tony Reeves/Sonja Kristina)
Juno (Darryl Way)
Touch of Tequila (Mick Jacques/Sonja Kristina/Tony Reeves)
Moonshine (Darryl Way)
Heaven (Never Seemed So Far Away) (Stewart Copeland/Lyons)
Hot and Bothered (Mick Jacques/Norma Tager)
Dazed (Darryl Way)
Baby Please Don't Go (Williams) (On CD Version Only)

Personnel

Stewart Copeland -- Drums
Mick Jacques -- Guitars
Sonja Kristina -- Vocals
Tony Reeves -- Bass
Darryl Way -- Violin, Keyboards, Vocals
Guest Musicians:
Robin Lumley -- Piano
Alan Skidmore -- Sax
Henry Lowther -- Trumpet
Frank Ricotti -- Congas
Jack Emblow -- Accordian
Bob Sargeant -- Organ

Produced by Dennis MacKay & Curved Air;
recorded at Trident Studios




AIRBORNE
(released by: CURVED AIR)

Year Of Release: 1976
Overall rating = 9

Poppy, but not sexy any more - fewer hooks and more generic moods, although some of the songs are still excellent.
Best song: DESIREE

Hmm. Sounds like they were running out of ideas after all - Airborne is pretty cool as far as the album cover is concerned, but the music itself has lost its sheen almost entirely. Instead of spreading their talents all over those sloppy, delicious slices of "dreampop", Curved Air now try to squeeze their talent inside a more compact three-or-so-minute pop song with a structure, verse/chorus and everything that goes with it, but somehow along the way they forgot to add up a few of those amazing vocal melodies that made Midnight Wire so irresistable. This is just a "pop" album, not a "dreampop", with Sonja's vocals rather restrained and formulaic, Darryl Way's violins shoved mostly into the background, and Stewart Copeland still not displaying even a tenth part of the prolificness he would be showing in just two years' time on the Police' debut.}
In fact, they're almost sounding as if they took some cues from ABBA or any other of those miriads of Europop bands that jumped out in the mid-Seventies, but, of course, for a dance-poppy version of Curved Air to compete with such masters of the genre as the Swedish people would be impossible. No wonder this strange "sellout" album was a total commercial bomb, even worse than its predecessor, and the band dispersed soon afterwards.
That said, it's hardly a bad album. If we rate "hook force" on a limited scale of 1-2-3, where 1 is total absence and 3 is total genius, Airborne would get a solid 2: the songs are written with the intent of making them distinguishable through certain melodic moves, not with the intent of following a given formula. The nadir of the record, in fact, is the only tune that prog-lovers would probably dig - the ridiculous eleven-minute epic 'Moonshine'. I don't have anything to say about it, as there isn't a single memorable element in the song, just a lot of violin/guitar wanking that goes nowhere, and the verses are so slow, drawn out and hookless that it's totally impossible to concentrate on the number. I get the same feeling I get from listening to a Kansas epic - although, granted, I'd still take Kristina's vocals over those hairy Kansas guys every day of the week. This just goes to show that by 1976, Curved Air were simply not able to do progressive rock. I wouldn't press that as a serious accusation against them, though. Who on Earth could do progressive rock by 1976? Genesis? Okay, Genesis could do progressive rock by 1976, but they couldn't do it by 1977. What would you expect from a 'second-row' prog band, then?
Thank God they could still do some excellent pop. Like 'Desiree', for instance. Cool seducing croon from Kristina totally makes the song (if the falsetto on the 'since you were grown enough not to cry' line doesn't get you, I don't know why the hell I'm reviewing the band at all), and the lightweight playful atmosphere is totally in harmony with the album cover. 'Juno' ain't bad either, although Darryl's lyrics are among the dumbest I've ever witnessed - was there an actual point he wanted to state with the song's useless story or was it just an intentional throwaway? The best thing about the song is its driving violin rhythm anyway; Jeff Lynne might have definitely envied that. 'Kids To Blame' is a strange one, one of the band's rare attempts at social critique: raising her voice in anger, Sonja complains about the cops doing unjustice to the young 'uns. Generic, but weird to hear from Curved Air.
Other highlights (all minor, but pleasant) would include the boppy 'Touch Of Tequila', a song so otrageously hedonistic, egotistic, simplistic, realistic, pantheistic and chauvinistic that any prog fan would feel himself directly slapped in the face, but I feel seduced by the number's joy that's almost unfaked, so I have no problem, and a similar case could be constructed around 'Hot And Bothered'. Out of the ballads, the closing 'Dazed' is dreadfully sappy (and Kristina certainly sounds like an almost exact clone of the ABBA girls, although she bleats a little more), but I'm still fond of the romantic, excellently constructed coda.
That said, I wanna point out that Airborne is still a very unhappy conclusion to Curved Air's legacy - a former 'wonder of the underground' is now reduced to the status of a second-, if not third-rate generic pop band. You could almost swear that had they carried on for a couple more years, they would have certainly caught the 'saturday night fever' and become an equally generic disco outfit - with Sonja's vocal abilities, they would have ripped 'em Bee Gees apart! Oh, oh, well, at least they had the good sense not to do that. They had entirely sacrificed their former identity and came out with results that were too unsuccessful to justify it.
Funny that my CD edition ends with a bonus track lifted off a contemporary single, one of their last - namely, their cover of Big Bill Broonzy's 'Baby Please Don't Go' (!). It's the "heaviest" and fastest song on here, and sounds surprisingly well; I wouldn't actually be surprised to find out it was influenced by AC/DC's version of the song, which became widely available to the public at around the same time. Fast, precise, energetic... totally incompatible with the material on Airborne, and somewhat mysterious in that respect. Two minutes and twenty eight seconds.





















Curved Air Live




Album released 2/75


It Happened Today (Francis Monkman/Sonja Kristina)
Marie Antoinette (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina)
Back Street Luv (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina/Ian Eyre)
Propositions (Francis Monkman)
Young Mother (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina)
Vivaldi (Darryl Way)
Everdance (Francis Monkman)
Personnel

Phil Kohn -- Bass
Sonja Kristina -- Vocals
Francis Monkman -- Guitars, Keyboards
Florian Pilkington-Miksa -- Drums
Darryl Way -- Violin, Keyboards, Vocals
Produced by David Hitchcock;
recorded at Cardiff University and Bristol Polytechnic, December 1974

RealAudio samples at Eduardo Mota's site.

EP released 1974


Back Street Luv (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina/Ian Eyre)
It Happened Today (Francis Monkman/Sonja Kristina)
Marie Antoinette (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina)
Ultra-Vivaldi (Darryl Way/Francis Monkman)
Single released 1974


Back Street Luv (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina/Ian Eyre)
Everdance (Francis Monkman)
Single released 1975


Back Street Luv (live) (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina/Ian Eyre)
It Happened Today (live) (Francis Monkman/Sonja Kristina)





Designed by Richard Wynne





Airconditioning





Album released 11/70; Reached # 8 UK Charts


It Happened Today (Francis Monkman/Sonja Kristina Linwood)
Stretch (Darryl Way/Francis Monkman)
Screw (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina Linwood)
Blind Man (Darryl Way/Rob Martin)
Vivaldi (Darryl Way)
Hide and Seek (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina Linwood)
Propositions (Francis Monkman)
Rob One (Rob Martin)
Situations (Darryl Way/Rob Martin)
Vivaldi (With Cannons) (Darryl Way/Francis Monkman)
Personnel

Sonja Kristina -- Vocals
Rob Martin -- Bass
Francis Monkman -- Guitars, Keyboards
Florian Pilkington-Miksa -- Drums
Darryl Way -- Violin, Keyboards, Vocals
Produced by Mark Edwards; recorded at Island Studios





German Picture Sleeve





Dutch Picture Sleeve





Japanese Picture Sleeve

Single released 1971


It Happened Today (Francis Monkman/Sonja Kristina Linwood)
Vivaldi (Darryl Way)
What Happens When You Blow Yourself Up? (Francis Monkman/Sonja Kristina Linwood)




It Happened Today

Yesterday, you know it never really happened,
tomorrow, you know it never really can.
You, you're only what you think you might be,
I am only what you think I am.

It happened today...

I know that you're afraid of what might happen,
Uncertain what to give and what to take.
Already you've forgotten why you came here,
I can see exactly why you came.

What I was I find it hard to be now,
Now, I am and very soon you'll be.
You, keep telling me that time is telling,
I, tell you that time will tell in time.

Stretch

Stretched a mile this morning when I got me out of bed,
Crazy dreams still floating in the mist around my head.
This was meant for you, that was meant for me.

I've seen sour men that frown, so others think they think,
But me, I prefer those lovin' smiles and a dozen pints of pink.
This was meant for you, that was meant for me.

Screw

See the screw slowly turn around, see it sink in without a sound,
Feel your head split with every turn, feel the steel now begin to burn,
All is lost now, it seems that way.

Seeing a face through broken glass, seeing the patterns of your past,
Feeling the earth shake, try to walk, losing your reason, try to talk,
All is lost now, it seems that way.

Blind Man

I'll be yours if you'll be mine, said the blind man to his dog,
If man's best friend will be my friend until the bitter end.
Days and nights which I can't tell, won't matter then to me,
All the time in the world can lend, I'll be in company.

I will follow where you lead me, our paths will never cross,
The sounds and smells of wind and rain, with help I 'll know, again.
Loneliness the friend I knew has eased his grip at last
The emptiness I always felt has been replaced by you.

Vivaldi

Madness music brings
Music madness brings

Hide And Seek

Night-time, comin' playing hide and seek (I have got to find you),
Streets deserted, I am here alone (frightened of the unknown).

Walking the streets, I call your name, but no one comes,
Running through the town, I call your name, but no, no one hears.

Shadows forming, where can I begin? Darkness is closing in,
Doors all closed and window curtains drawn (all the people have gone).

Doors all closed and window curtains drawn (all the people have gone),
Streets deserted, I am here alone (frightened of the unknown).

Propositions

See red button
Blow myself up
A paying proposition for the abandoned mind
A paying proposition for the abandoned mind
I've found a nice way to die...

Situations

Though I am no longer alone,
Everybody seems to take my mind away.
I love you but it isn't as I planned,
I promise you I've done the best I can.
Haven't touched any other man,
Situations seem to have been kind to you.
I've wished to be beside somebody else,
But actions are the proof of love, not thoughts.

See what a fool I've been,
I haven't lived my dream.

Seems that it will be a long time,
'Fore my mind will take in the reality.
That life is not as simple as it seems,
And night's the only place to keep a dream.

Soft green sun color still,
Warm breeze, high-floating birds,
Every year has brought more fear.

Younger days seem to be easy,
Full of fun and things to keep my mind awake.
But now I have to think for someone else,
Cannot even think straight for myself.

What Happens When You Blow Yourself Up?

Reason condemning my apparent insanity
Reason condemning my apparent insanity
Seems that the essence of creation is to destroy
Seems that the essence of creation is to destroy
Releasing blinding inhibition you can be free
Releasing blinding inhibition you can be free

Thinking on the Floor

Trains run past my window
Buses pass my car
Taxis line the streets outside
I'm thinking on the floor

I think I'll take a journey
Decision's almost made
Nothing much to keep me here
No reason for to stay


"Air Conditioning" artwork by Mark Hanau, A. I. Multimedia (LA) aimulti@pacbell.net.




Designed by Richard Wynne









Second Album





UK Issue




USA Issue

Album released 9/71; Reached # 11 UK Charts


Young Mother (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina Linwood)
Back Street Luv (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina Linwood/Ian Eyre)
Jumbo (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina Linwood)
You Know (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina Linwood)
Puppets (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina Linwood)
Everdance (Francis Monkman)
Bright Summer's Day '68 (Francis Monkman)
Piece of Mind (Francis Monkman/T.S. Eliot)
Personnel

Ian Eyre -- Bass
Sonja Kristina -- Vocals
Francis Monkman -- Guitars, Keyboards
Florian Pilkington-Miksa -- Drums
Darryl Way -- Violin, Piano, Vocals
Produced by Curved Air and Colin Caldwell;
recorded at Island Studios & Morgan Studios





Dutch Picture Sleeve





French Picture Sleeve





Portuguese Picture Sleeve





German Picture Sleeve





Japanese Picture Sleeve

Single released 1971; Reached # 4 UK Charts


Back Street Luv (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina Linwood/Ian Eyre)
Everdance (Francis Monkman)




Young Mother

Why must I? Nothing means anything now,
I can't believe in somethin' unreal.
Don't interfere with my mind, try to be kind,

It's down to how much you fake in the end,
You're meant to trust, to find a true friend.

And don't plead with me, I'm not bound to bleed for you,
I can't insist that you understand.
I've tried so hard you don't know, try to be kind, ...

No, no, you don't know


Back Street Luv

Summer's comin', time to dream the day away,
And she's so sunny is the girl you met today.
Will she make it? Can she take it? Like to try love, such a shy love.

Ragged backstreet, leanin' on the wall,
She weaves a story of her life before it all.
Did she give love? Could she feel love? Did she find love? Was it real love?

Where's your smile today? Did she let you down?
Try to see she didn't mean to make you feel so sad.

Ragged backstreet, sittin' on a wall,
She tells of men that she knew before it all.
When she made love she tried to find love, when she gives love she will find love.

Summer's comin', time ...
Where's your smile today ...


Jumbo

I flew home through the night, so I'd be home for the dawn.
Down through the clouds, the land beneath all covered in green.

Fly me on my way home, I've been away for so long,
Speed me on my way home, I've missed you for so long.

Sat back, watching the film, don't ask me what it was called,
For all my thoughts were far away with people I knew.
They said things over there might be a little bit strange,
But all I found the same but more, with people like me.

Fly me on my way home ...

They said I might survive, whereas others had died,
Stay in your room after dark, don't venture outside.
I'm glad I'm comin' home, back to the ways that I know,
Even though I'm glad I've seen, I'm comin' home.

Fly me on my way home ...


You Know

You cannot be the same as me, girl, you know,
You will find it works that way, you will find it works that way.
There is no sayin' what is right, wrong, you know,
But you don't like gettin' hurt, but you don't like gettin' hurt.

Why don't you stand right by my side, said the man,
But don't look back, back at me, but don't look back, back at me.
Protect yourself from all things bad, said the man,
Don't include me as being one, don't include me as being one.

Just as much, as is good, I would like, if you would,
Hey, you know, it's all right, hey, you know, it's all right.

You cannot be the same ...
Just as much ...
Protect yourself ...


Puppets

Puppets are paintin' their toes, makin' the most out of tea and toast,
Puppets are simple to find, strung up or gloved or the kind you wind.

See the marionettes makin' puppet plans,
See, he's pulling the strings, see the puppet dance.

Plastic and paper and paint, puppets are pretty, they dress so quaint,
Puppets with care carry on, dancin' the dance that they've danced too long.

See the marionettes ...

Puppets with pride in their hearts, practice the dance 'till it's time to start.
Puppets, it's time to begin, daylight is coming, the lights grow dim.

See the marionettes ...


Everdance

One day walking down the dusty street,
Two friends, travelers with weary feet.
Brother, let us leave the road a while,
Time now, drink and dance away the miles,
See what welcome yonder tavern smiles
Come with me, and now let us drink together,
Stay with me, I feel like I could dance forever.

Brother, do not tarry, come away,
This house cursed is for those who stay.
Things are not what they appear to be,
If now you desire it, look and see,
Fortune ruins those who turn the key.
Come with me, and let us go on our way together,
Stay with me, or go to the devil and dance forever.

Ten years now have passed that fateful day,
One friend, long since went his weary way.
One friend, what task fortune's hand has set.
Dry bones, sightless, still he dances yet,
Pounding feet from which no blood is let.
Come with me, and let us go on our way together,
Stay with me, or go to the devil and dance forever.

Bright Summer's Day '68

On a bright summer's day, in the middle of May,
With the sun shining down, my baby left town,
My brother broke jail.

Then my Daddy shot Mom, so I've written this song,
Just to tell all you folks out there cracking them jokes,
how I felt all along.

Oh, you came along, oh, you've heard my song,
Oh, you've got me wrong. (You never told me it'd be like this!)
Oh, you came along, oh, you found this song,
Oh, you've got me wrong. (I can't stop thinking about that bright summers day!)

On a bright summer's day ...

Oh, you came along, oh, you've heard this song,
Oh, you've got me wrong. (And I never wanted it to be like this!)
Oh, you came along, oh, you found this song,
Oh, you've got me wrong. (Now wait 'till I tell my Daddy about you!)

On a bright summer's day ...

Piece of Mind

Now turning again, turning away from the light,
Doors open then shut, corridor footsteps at night.
Wake up in the bed with the screens,
See faces that smile as you dream.
See things come to call as they crawl on the wall,
And you know it's the end.
To them it means nothing, to them it means nothing,
To them it means nothing to them at all.

Seems we're on two different wavelengths, misinterpreting, you realize
What this age of insanity, lack of humanity brings,
You know I couldn't even tell you my name.

Faces watching through the darkness,
Seems like nothing can dispel my fears
Of endless rejection by beings ethereal,
You know its just about as bad as it can.

Now I feel a little better, seems the walk has done me good, you know
I feel I'm beginning to see the existence of,
You know I never even found out quite what.

Now I really feel I'm flying, far beyond my wildest dreams to be
Alive in this prison of torturing ecstasy.
You know at first it never seemed to relate.

The river sweats
Oil and tar.
The barges drift
With the turning tide.
Red sails wide to leeward,
Swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.

Let your hopes begin to falter, see your dreams begin to fade, for in
This age of enlightenment, 20th Century man you know
He'll never ever let you go back.

Maybe one day we'll be happy, living life the way we see it through our
Visions of fantasy, Harold in Italy
You know I think I'll just go back to my dreams.








The Best of Curved Air




Album released 4/76


It Happened Today (Francis Monkman/Sonja Kristina)
Vivaldi (Darryl Way)
You Know (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina)
Back Street Luv (Darryl Way/Sonja Kristina/Ian Eyre)
Melinda (More or Less) (Sonja Kristina)
Cheetah (Darryl Way)
Metamorphosis (Eddie Jobson)
The Purple Speed Queen (Sonja Kristina/Kirby Gregory)
Single released 1976


Desiree (Mick Jacques/Sonja Kristina/Stewart Copeland)
Kids to Blame (Stewart Copeland/Norma Tager)
Single released 1976


Baby Please Don't Do It (Williams)
Broken Lady (Tony Reeves/Sonja Kristina)




U.K. Picture Sleeve

Single released 1984; With Picture Sleeve


Renegade (Darryl Way)
We're Only Human (Darryl Way)




Desiree

Desiree, in the shadow of the dawn, he's burning into you,
Your restless mind is haunted by the feeling of the night,
He turns around to touch you but he knows you've gone.

You've been travellin', Desiree, since you were grown enough not to cry

Desiree, you first met your love in southern Italy,
The Mediterranian breeze has blown your love away,
You're flying off to somewhere but you know he's gone.

Desiree, on sunset cliffs you watch the end of yesterday,
The Californian dream has swept your love away,
You're tryin' to remember but you know he's gone.

Kids To Blame

What's that fussin in the lane,
All the heat have gone insane.
Calling kids and pushing blame,
Police have numbers but no name.

Nothing's changed, it's all the same.
Kids to blame, kids to blame

Hold it man the kid ain't dumb
He knows who's right and who is wrong.
But kids are wrong, ain't got no rights,
Gets the heat a bit unstrung

Broken Lady

Broken Lady, tears run dry, you lie there easy,
Growing wise through it all.
Tearin' your soul, they watched you fall,
Lady, just lately, your song has grown sour.

Who'll weep for the withered rose,
Who'll mourn the sparrow,
Who'll cry for tomorrow?

Broken Lady, they sing your song,
Clinging to shadows of lovers long gone.
Children sing loud?, children draw near,
Lady, just lately, your song has grown sour.

Tearin' your soul, they watched you fall,
Lady, just lately, your song has grown sour.

Juno

Juno was a star, everyone loved how he sang,
They would follow him like the Pied Piper of Hamelin,
With a song he'd make them cry, then he'd take them, make them laugh,
When he sang it felt like magic, he was the king of them all.

Some who heard him sing thought he was touched by the Devil,
Juno didn't care, people had said this before.
They'd still be there to see him watching every move he made and
Loving every note he sang, he was the king of them all.

Juno, what's your secret? Are you human?
Juno, how'd you do it? Is it magic?

Just before he died, Juno sent out for his critics,
When they all arrived, told them that he kept a secret.
Secret of his great successes, now he was about to share it,
But before a word was spoken he died and so nobody knew.

Touch Of Tequila

Lyin' in the sun, gettin' down, gettin' brown, and I'm loving you,
Pictures in the sky, shadows dance, eagles cry, and I'm loving you,
Honeysuckle haze, steamin' sands, easy breeze, and I'm loving you,
My, oh my, it's summertime.

Barefoot on the stones, silver sea, shining foam, and I'm loving you,
Hours melt away, lazy waves, driftin' days, and I'm loving you,
Lyin' in the sun, gettin' down, gettin' brown, and I'm loving you,
My, oh my, it's summertime.

I love to be in love in summertime, a touch of tequila (sunshine),
I love to be in love in summertime, a touch of tequila.

Moonshine

Floatin' in space, driftin' through the stars,
Waitin' and waitin' for you to appear.

Racin' the sun, playin' in the moonshine,
Would be a pleasure if you were here, too.

Come up and join me, come up and see me,
Leave all behind you, start something new.

There will be good times, like the time before,
When the Earth was new and all was me and you.

We'll fly together from Jupiter to Mars,
Meetin' old friends as we pass through the stars (stars, stars).

So much to see, so much to do,
Nothing to lose, just me and you.

Heaven (Never Seemed So Far Away)

World of friends and I'm a stranger, so hard to circulate,
Crowded streets, I see no faces, no place for a changing soul.

Like the ship on an angry ocean, a Ferris Wheel that spins too fast,
For a dog snarling in the corner, Heaven never seemed so far away.

Maybe the game is someone else's, get tired of playing along,
Or when you win, taking chances, your way is yours alone.

For an artist in a hungry basement, falling rain on a lonely man,
For a kid fighting with his father, Heaven never seemed so far away.

Hot and Bothered

I don't want to talk much, I Iove how your lips go,
Whisperin' kisses, love me, come close to me,
I'm hot and bothered, just want to hold you tonight.

Climb up the ladder
over the top now,
Straight up, it's hands down,
Straight up the ladder of love,
Hot and bothered, hot and bothered, just want to hold you tonight.

Got it in store babe, stored up my loving
Sucking my thumb I'm hot on your loving me
I'm hot and bothered , just want to hold you tonight

Dazed

Well, here I go again, get ready to start the machine,
And cover all trace of gloom with a smile as I leave the dressing room,
Dazed by the lights of fame, go on and begin my reign.

Well, now we're all alone, entertaining each other this way,
I'll sing you a new love song, while you're with me, aware of nothing wrong,
Burned by the lights of fame, feel warm, yet I feel no pain.

Give it all (give it all), give it all to you (to you),
Then I'll give even more (even more) even more to you (to you).

And now it's time to go, get ready to pack the machine,
And when I'm away from here (far from here), all that's left are empty cans of beer,
Will you remember me, I know I'll remember you.

Baby Please Don't Go

Baby please don't go
Please don't go
Please don't go down New Orleans, I love you so,
baby please don't go
My man is gone
My man is gone
My man done gone down the county line, got them shackles on,
baby please don't go
Won't you be my dog?
Come on and be my dog
Gonna walk the dog, gets me way down here, you made me walk the log,
please don't go

Turn the light down low
Turn the light down low (please don't go)
Turn the light down low
Turn the light down low( please don't go
Turn the light down low, I love you all night long, please don't go,
baby please don't go

Renegade

I'll take your love, and paint it blue
Drink your tears and cry for you
I'll put your heart on private view
Wear your frowns and worries, too

A Renegade is love
An outlaw on the run
A Renegade is love
A Renegade is love
No gold can pay the ransom
A Renegade is love

I'll be the rebel to your cause
Single-handed fight your wars
I'll be the ghost who haunts your dreams
Keep you warm when you can't sleep

I'll be the partner to your crimes
The alibis to all your lies
I'll feed the hunger in your eyes
Who braves the danger wins the prize

Renegade is love
An outlaw on the run
A Renegade is love
A Renegade is love
No gold can pay the ransom
A Renegade is love
A Renegade is love
The Devil's only master
A Renegade is love

We're Only Human

In shanty towns, on ghetto streets
Where mad dogs fight while the children sleep
In border camps for refugees
A voice cries out from the wind

We're only human, flesh and blood

On desert plains, in burnt-out lands
Where young and old hold out their hands
And war machines have razed the land
A voice cries out from the sand

We're only human, flesh and blood

I sit alone, a silent scream
Broken dream, a memory
It all comes back to you and me
I know that deep in my soul

We're only human flesh and blood





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