Forever Young Album

Artist(s): Alphaville

Cover Art

Alphaville Forever Young Cover Art

Tracklist

A Victory of Love

length: 4:17
producer: Wolfgang Loos and Colin Pearson
arranger: Wolfgang Loos and Alphaville
programming: Wolfgang Loos
assistant programming: Boris Balin and Thomas Beck
mixer: Wolfgang Loos
recording engineer: Wolfgang Loos
additional drums (drum set): Curt Cress
additional keyboard: Wolfgang Loos
drum machine: Bernhard Lloyd
keyboard: Bernhard Lloyd and Frank Mertens
lead vocals: Marian Gold
composer: Marian Gold, Bernhard Lloyd, Frank Mertens
lyricist: Marian Gold

Waiting
For a change in the weather
I'm waiting for a shift in the air
Could we get it together, ever
Hoping for your return, hoping for your sweet, sweet
Return
Hello
Is this heaven calling
Hello, hello, is somebody there, she must be somewhere
And then she says hello, hello, hello
She's really an angel
She stands in the sunshine
She's closing her eyes, she starting to dream,
She's pulling the strings
She's dreaming a strange dream

Where nothing is grey
Then she takes me away and she's pulling the strings
When she's playing with love
She's playing with love
Counting
I count every second
And I'm standing
I stand in the rain, I walk up that lane
Which leads to the sunshine
She stands in the sunshine
She's closing her eyes
Then she takes me away and she's pulling the strings
When she's playing with love
She's playing with love

Summer in Berlin

length: 4:46
producer: Wolfgang Loos and Colin Pearson
arranger: Alphaville and Wolfgang Loos
programming: Wolfgang Loos
assistant programming: Boris Balin and Thomas Beck
mixer: Wolfgang Loos
recording engineer: Wolfgang Loos
additional keyboard: Wolfgang Loos
drum machine: Bernhard Lloyd
keyboard: Bernhard Lloyd and Frank Mertens
lead vocals: Marian Gold
composer: Marian Gold, Bernhard Lloyd, Frank Mertens
lyricist: Marian Gold
This day's an invitation
And it's just for you
You've got a reservation
For the 17th of June

Open your eyes
And let the sun break in for a while
There may be something
That you've never seen inside

Feel how your heart beats
Like a heavy machine
The sound of the traffic
Is like a silent dream

The dust in the park
The exhaust from the cars
Ascends in that heated afternoon
(You touch a sweaty body!)

Summer in Berlin, it's alright
The day feels so tired
From the lead in the air
And the fire in the skies

Life seemed to be a fault of grace
But it's ok
It gave you a kiss
In the middle of the crossroads

Summer in Berlin, it's alright
The heat of the sun
Which is stored in the pavement
Feels so fine

Here stands the innocent
And there it comes oh so wild
That's when you're longing
For a summer by the wall

Summer in Berlin, it's alright
Summer in Berlin, it's ok

Big in Japan

length: 4:45
producer: Wolfgang Loos, Andreas Budde and Colin Pearson
arranger: Wolfgang Loos and Alphaville
programming: Wolfgang Loos
assistant programming: Thomas Beck and Boris Balin
mixer: Wolfgang Loos
recording engineer: Wolfgang Loos
additional keyboard: Wolfgang Loos
drum machine: Bernhard Lloyd
keyboard: Frank Mertens and Bernhard Lloyd
lead vocals: Marian Gold
background vocals: Wednesday
composer: Marian Gold, Frank Mertens, Bernhard Lloyd
lyricist: Marian Gold
Winter's cityside
Crystal bits of snowflakes
All around my head and in the wind
I had no illusions
That I'd ever find a glimpse
Of summer's heatwaves in your eyes
You did what you did to me
Now it's history, I see
Here's my comeback on the road again
Things will happen while they can
I will wait here for my man tonight
It's easy when you're big in Japan

Aah when you're big in Japan-tonight
Big in Japan-be-tight
Big in Japan ooh the eastern sea's so blue
Big in Japan-alright
Pay! - Then I'll sleep by your side
Things are easy when you're big in Japan
Oh when you're big in Japan

Neon on my naked skin, passing silhouettes
Of strange illuminated mannequins
Shall I stay here at the zoo
Or should I go and change my point of view
For other ugly scenes
You did what you did to me
Now it's history I see
Here's my comeback on the road again
Things will happen while they can
I will wait here for my man tonight
It's easy when you're big in Japan

Aah when you're big in Japan-tonight
Big in Japan-be-tight
Big in Japan ooh the eastern sea's so blue
Big in Japan-alright, pay!
Then I'll sleep by your side
Things are easy when you're big in Japan

To Germany With Love

length: 4:15
producer: Colin Pearson and Wolfgang Loos
arranger: Alphaville and Wolfgang Loos
programming: Wolfgang Loos
additional recording engineer: Uli Rudolf
assistant programming: Thomas Beck and Boris Balin
mixer: Wolfgang Loos
recording engineer: Wolfgang Loos
additional keyboard: Wolfgang Loos
drum machine: Bernhard Lloyd
keyboard: Frank Mertens and Bernhard Lloyd
lead vocals: Marian Gold
drums (drum set): Curt Cress
composer: Marian Gold, Bernhard Lloyd, Frank Mertens
lyricist: Marian Gold
I am an emigre,
I write to Germany
In foreign words,
A tongue of actuality

Hands in grey gloves
To Germany with love
A war between the wars
A war between the wars

Triumph over by
Gone sorrow
Can in unity be won
Let them all pursue this purpose

Till reality is gone
I am an unexpected spy
From the outside of my eye
Translate it first

Then comprehend
I'm here indeed
But there I stand
I write to Germany,

I write to Germany
To Germany with love,
To Germany with love
This is the turn of colours

All real, some still unseen
There is no more decision
'Cause there's too much in between
Let us build a nightmare nation

Learn and work as never yet
That this cold new generation
Faith in its own fears beget
Here comes the modern rat,

Here comes the terror squad
Ours is the salt of wisdom,
Here we come all dressed in black
From the ruins risen slowly

To the future turned we stand
Flourish in this blessing glory
Flourish German fatherland
I write to Germany,

I write to Germany
All quiet in Germany,
All quiet in Germany

Fallen Angel

length: 3:57
producer: Colin Pearson and Wolfgang Loos
arranger: Alphaville and Wolfgang Loos
programming: Wolfgang Loos
assistant programming: Boris Balin and Thomas Beck
mixer: Wolfgang Loos
recording engineer: Wolfgang Loos
additional drums (drum set): Curt Cress
additional keyboard: Wolfgang Loos
drum machine: Bernhard Lloyd
keyboard: Bernhard Lloyd and Frank Mertens
lead vocals: Marian Gold
composer: Marian Gold, Bernhard Lloyd, Frank Mertens
lyricist: Marian Gold
I hear those voices on the radio
I switched it off because she told me so
She's an investigator, she's like an elevator
Nobody told me we'd be all alone, you know

Somewhere my friend had left me in that twilight zone, you know
She said, I've seen your deepest secrets now
They're just as lightning in the look of your eyes
I said, I want you baby, I said, I want some more

I said, I never ever felt it like that moment before
She's an ***assin, she's melting steel in my heart
And I beg for more
She said, I want your body, she said, I want your soul

She said, a fallen angel takes it and she'll never let go
She's an invader, she's from another world
And I beg for more and more
She's raising feelings cutting like a knife

She's pouring fire into my liquid life
There's no escaping from her mysteries
She gives me kisses of the strangest kind, she says
I know you'll like it, so come over here, she says

And let that rhythm filter through your body, dear
And then she
She always did it and she always will
She'll stay that hunter till the end of time

I said, I want you baby, I said, I want some more
I said, I never ever felt it like that moment before
She's an ***assin, she's melting steel in my heart
And I beg for more

She said, I want your body, she said, I want your soul
She said, a fallen angel takes it and she'll never let go
She's an invader, she's from another world
And I beg for more and more

Forever Young

length: 3:46
producer: Wolfgang Loos and Colin Pearson
arranger: Alphaville and Wolfgang Loos
programming: Wolfgang Loos
additional recording engineer: Uli Rudolf
assistant programming: Boris Balin and Thomas Beck
mixer: Wolfgang Loos
recording engineer: Wolfgang Loos
additional keyboard: Wolfgang Loos
drum machine: Bernhard Lloyd
keyboard: Bernhard Lloyd and Frank Mertens
lead vocals: Marian Gold
background vocals: Gulfstream and The Rosie Singers
drums (drum set): Curt Cress
bass: Ken Taylor
orchestrator: Wil Malone
lyricist: Marian Gold
composer: Frank Mertens, Bernhard Lloyd, Marian Gold
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while,
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies.
Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst,
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power, but we never say never
Sitting in the sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad man.

Can you imagine when this race is won?
Turn our golden the faces into the sun,
Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune
The music's played by the madman.

Forever young,
I want to be forever young.
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, and ever

Forever young,
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever young.

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young?

It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun,
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures given up today,
So many songs we forgot to play.
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
Oh let it come true.

Forever young,
I want to be forever young.
Do you really want to live forever,
Forever, and ever?

Forever young,
I want to be forever young.
Do you really want to live forever,
Forever young?

Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever,
Forever, and ever?

Forever young,
I want to be forever young.
Do you really want to live forever?

In the Mood

length: 4:32
producer: Colin Pearson and Wolfgang Loos
arranger: Wolfgang Loos and Alphaville
programming: Wolfgang Loos
additional recording engineer: Uli Rudolf
assistant programming: Boris Balin and Thomas Beck
mixer: Wolfgang Loos
recording engineer: Wolfgang Loos
additional keyboard: Wolfgang Loos
drum machine: Bernhard Lloyd
keyboard: Bernhard Lloyd and Frank Mertens
lead vocals: Marian Gold
background vocals: Gulfstream
drums (drum set): Curt Cress
vocal: Ralph Vornberger
composer: Marian Gold, Bernhard Lloyd, Frank Mertens
lyricist: Marian Gold
He's in the mood to touch the fire
He's in the mood to touch everything you are
Jacky's locked in a silent dream
He's watching movies on the tv screen
He feels unsteady, lights a cigarette
He's getting mellow in his cabinet
Oh, jacky, when everything goes wrong
Get ready, for you've got to be, you've got to be so strong
It's so supersensual, sentimental
Forget about your deepest fears
Switch back to the golden years
You've got to touch the fire, wake up little boy
You've got to play the fire
Jacky's spying, is it her or not
His eyes are burning cause the brain's too hot
He sitting calmly on his swivel chair
There's something coming from the upper stairs
Now listen to me, jacky
You were always so lonesome in that quiet lonely house
High on a hill
Now come... come and meet me
You know where
And we take a nice and easy holiday
Back in the old, old days of happiness
Oh jacky....
Switch back to the golden years


INSIDE OUT
Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Lloyd-Echolette

Your hand full of hours - sand from the urns
A travelling companion - the secret of ferns
From darkness to darkness - where shall I begin
When whiteness attacked us - sewn under our skin
And there were the stars that helped to navigate our souls
With all my love - I went into the world
From inside out - and I gave it all to you
But I need your love - that was looking for me
Just on my lips look for your kiss
And always I think where we might have gone
If we'd never met inside this song
Our names are enciphered - but the words became true
When I was the sun and you, you were the moon
And there were the stars that helped to navigate our souls


INTO THE DARK
Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Lloyd-Mertens

Long view into the dark
Moving your finger
You gonna make it for sure into the dark
Master of duel, rendezvoyeur
This is a walk into the dark
Playing the ball
Roll it on but not too fast
There she goes into the light
Close to your eye
Breaking the mirror
Gone out of sight
Flash in the rain
Sign of a walk into the dark..


IRON GATE/Instrumental
Music: Gold


IRON JOHN
Lyrics: Gold-Rudy Nielson/music: Lloyd-Gold-Echolette

If you open up the cage
You will hurt yourself
The king said it's forbidden
Or you may get hell
But the prisoner lets you know
Where to find the key
Under her satin pillow
Yes, there it has to be
Modesty is fine but it doesn't take you very far
When you make your decision
Don't be afraid of the dark
Longing for the golden ball
That it will be yours for keeps
Be sure about it as you saw
So shall you reap
Lets take a ride on iron john's shoulders
He has more gold than anybody in this world
Lets tak a ride, hey-ho on iron john
He has more gold
Than anybody in this world
Jump on the train to nowhere
From now on you are free
After rising from the ashes
You'll become a mystery
Too many of those strange injections,
Too many gazes at the sun
The lady says, well that's the business,
Running after no.1
For all their childish daydreams
You caught their falling stars
Just for the cheapest contracts
You signed your autograph
And if you started much too early,
Therefore you stopped too late
Make sure no one can stop you now,
Here comes the ultimate
He will be with you, he will be there
When you call out the magic words..


IVORY TOWER
Lyrics: Gold-Lloyd-Echolette/music: Bloss-Gold-Lloyd-Echo.

Here is the news
From my little hideaway
My sweet ivory tower
I've sent you songs about so many things
Mighty moondogs skipping waves
Dolphins playing their lives away
Golden circus girls and pharaohs
Fallen angels, streetside romeos
Patricia's park and anyway
Eternal youth and neverending summerdays
Lonely girls, music halls, the mysteries of love
In the event
That I don't return
Please take this message to understand
In the event...
I am a stranger
In a strange land
Welcome stranger, to the land of the free
Welcome, carol, to fantasy
Oh my god, I feel so alone
A million light years far from home
It seems to be a tragedy
How can I live in germany
Another house is burning down
It's time to face the cruel reality
This is a game no more
Desasters in the twentieth century
In the event that I don't return
Please, take this message to understand
In the event
In the event

Sounds Like a Melody

length: 4:45
producer: Andreas Budde, Wolfgang Loos and Colin Pearson
arranger: Wolfgang Loos and Alphaville
programming: Wolfgang Loos
assistant programming: Thomas Beck and Boris Balin
mixer: Wolfgang Loos
recording engineer: Wolfgang Loos
additional keyboard: Wolfgang Loos
drum machine: Bernhard Lloyd
keyboard: Bernhard Lloyd and Frank Mertens
lead vocals: Marian Gold
strings: Orchester der Deutschen Oper Berlin
composer: Marian Gold, Bernhard Lloyd, Frank Mertens
lyricist: Marian Gold
It's a trick of my mind
Two faces bathing in the screen light
She's so soft and warm in my arms
I tune it into the scene
My hands are resting on her shoulders
When were dancing away for a while
Oh we're moving, we're falling,
We step into the fire
By the hour of the wolf in a midnight dream
There's no reason to hurry
Just start that brand new story
Set it alight, we're head over heels in love
Head over heels
The ringing of your laughter
It sounds like a melody
To once forbidden places
We'll go for a while

It's the definite show
Our shadows resting in the moonlight
It's so clear and bright in your eyes
It's the touch of your sighs
My lips are resting on your shoulder
When we're moving so soft and slow
We need the ecstasy, the jealousy,
The comedy of love
Like the Cary Grants and Kellys once before
Give me more tragedy, more harmony
And fantasy, my dear
And set it alight, just starting that satellite
Set it alight

The ringing of your laughter
It sounds like a melody
To once forbidden places
We'll go for a while

Lies

length: 3:33
producer: Andreas Budde, Wolfgang Loos and Colin Pearson
arranger: Alphaville and Wolfgang Loos
programming: Wolfgang Loos
assistant programming: Boris Balin and Thomas Beck
mixer: Wolfgang Loos
recording engineer: Wolfgang Loos
additional keyboard: Wolfgang Loos
drum machine: Bernhard Lloyd
keyboard: Bernhard Lloyd and Frank Mertens
lead vocals: Marian Gold
composer: Marian Gold, Bernhard Lloyd, Frank Mertens
lyricist: Marian Gold
Baby dear -- what do I do?
Playing my tune for you
Just to get you in the mood
Everybody's going to Hollywood

You're driving me mad
But I'm smiling to the crowd instead
A lot of money is at stake
This is a hit and that's a fake

This is what you mean to me
This is what they all should see
Make a make-up in a foolish style
Telling the truth by making a (big?) lie

When I come, I come but nothing's at ease
Breaking up the whole is a modern disease
Maybe you think tomorrow's just a joke
It's a joke after joke after joke after joke

My love, everything's an interview
And nothing's really new
And everybody's looking for clues
And you know what to do with a clue

My love -- I get ready for the show
They're waiting and they will never go
This night is just to go-o-o-o
And it's only for show

Dig that deal and be a millionaire
Drinking cocktails in the stratosphere
Getting jetlagged with my business-friends
In these supersonic wonderlands

There's a shadow on the graphic display
First he's smiling then he's fading away
Maybe he thinks tomorrow's just a joke
It's a joke after joke after joke after joke

My love...

And it's only for show
Get ready! Get ready! Get ready...

The Jet Set

length: 4:56
producer: Colin Pearson and Wolfgang Loos
arranger: Alphaville and Wolfgang Loos
programming: Wolfgang Loos
assistant programming: Boris Balin and Thomas Beck
mixer: Wolfgang Loos
recording engineer: Wolfgang Loos
additional drums (drum set): Curt Cress
additional keyboard: Wolfgang Loos
drum machine: Bernhard Lloyd
keyboard: Bernhard Lloyd and Frank Mertens
lead vocals: Marian Gold
background vocals: Wednesday and The Claudias
composer: Marian Gold, Bernhard Lloyd, Frank Mertens
lyricist: Marian Gold
This is the time
Now gimme that beat
Feel how the rhythm grips your feet.
Kitty-Baby
Take my hand
She's like a devil heaven sent.
I'm in her arms and she's in mine
Maybe we'll make the film on time.
Sitting in the 15th row
Oh baby
I love you so.
We are the jet set society
We are the jet set
And the means liberty
Liberty.
We are the jet set society
We are the jet set
We are the jet set-set society.
We're on the run
We know where to go
We've got the tickets for the midnight show.
Nights are buniing out so fast
Hop on the beam
You won't be last.
The Russians seem to be that way
We love 'em like we love D. Kaye.
We need no money
We got it free
We are the high-high-high-high-high-society.
We are the jet set society
We are the jet set
. . .
We are the jet set
Hop on the beam
We are the jet set
Hop on the beam.
We are the jet set
Hop on the beam
We are the jet set
Hop on the beam.
Shine on society
Shine on liberty
Shine on luxury
Shine on society.
Streets are full of love and fear
This could be the final year.
Enrico's dead but still o. k
We dance the streets
Feeling well.
If she's a lady
I'm her man
If she's a man
I'll do what I can.
Let's go to the moon
Let's go to the moon
Come and join the institution
Let's go to the moon.
Let's go to the moon
Let's go to the moon
Set that taste of liberty and let's go to the moon.
Let's go to the jet set - let's go to the moon = society.
We are the jet set - let's go to the moon - liberty.
We are the jet set - let's go to the moon - society.
We are the jet set - let's go to the moon - liberty.
Jet set - let's go to the moon - society.
We are the jet set - let's go to the moon - liberty. . . .