ZANG TUMB TUMB DISCOGRAPHY “…which deny the freedom of the flesh…”

ANNE PIGALLE

everything could be so perfect…

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ZCIQ 7

ANNE PIGALLE

everything could be so perfect…

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side one

WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY…

VIA VAGABOND

LOOKING FOR LOVE

HE! STRANGER…

side two

INTERMISSION (the gods are bored)

SOUVENIR D’UN PARIS

A CRACK IN THE OCEAN

THE 1000 COLOURS WALTZ

side one

WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY…

VIA VAGABOND

LOOKING FOR LOVE

HE! STRANGER…

side two

INTERMISSION (the gods are bored)

SOUVENIR D’UN PARIS

A CRACK IN THE OCEAN

THE 1000 COLOURS WALTZ

’Everything could be so perfect…

But will Everything be so?…

Well, if Life has been a merry go round,

and Mockery still makes its home,

Remember that somewhere, a heart cannot forget,

and keeps dancing, the 1000 colours waltz.’

All lyrics written by Anne Pigalle

All songs written by Nick Plytas expect for ‘Looking For Love’ by Anne Pigalle

Piano, organ, synthesizers by Nick Plytas. Vocal performance by Anne Pigalle

All songs produced by Luis Jardim except ‘Why Does It Have To Be This Way’ by Trevor Horn, arranged and conducted by Richard Niles

All songs mixed by Steve Lipson except ‘1000 Colours Waltz’ by Alan Douglas, ‘Intermission’ by Bob Kraushaar, ‘Looking For Love’ by Bob Painter and Steve Lipson.

(Musical Co-ordination) by Nick Plytas

(Direction) by Anne Pigalle

Cover by Anne Pigalle and Sterling

Photography by Sterling

Design by XL

And…a lot of gratitude to the numerous talents and inspiring Winds that have contributed to this album.

WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY…

(Pigalle/Plytas)

Yes, you will stay near my heart, dear, Not like a faded memory…

You won’t send my fantasies to sleep, Oh! Please don’t disappoint me.

You’d be my 1001 nights prince, My gangster, my complice,

You might have to sign away life away,

But please don’t disappoint me!

Why does it have to be this way…

When everything could have been so perfect

Cause only you know the mystery, The secret of my life, so why is it so!!

Faut-il vraiement que ce soit comme ça…

If I can read your present, dear, By looking deeply in your eyes,

Only you can decide of my future Only you could be my master.

Stars would like to see it right, They feel we are their proteges

So who else could have been there watching Tell me who, tell me the answer

Why does is have to be this way…

The things we’ve done simply can’t forget

Cause only you know the mystery,

The secret of my life, so why is it so!!

VIA VAGABOND

(Pigalle/Plytas)

Tiens, te revoila, toi! Tu cours encore,

Par la-bas sur les toits…

Ta femme, elle t’ettend,

Main c’est encore plus fort que toi

Comme une angoisse dans l gorge…

Et ta femme, le sait-elle

Que méme une rivière de diamants

Ne peut changer le temps…

Via vagabond they say, via vagabond they know…

Les fleurs du temps sont capricieuses,

En femme jalouse, elles font payer cher leurs talents

Elles savent bien que rien ici n’est eternel

Ah! Comme c’est idiot! et puis, comme c’est vrai!

Hum… L’air est bon, hum l’air est frais…

Quand on est jeune et sur les toits,

Hum, l’air est bon…

Via vagabond they say — via vagabond they know!

LOOKING FOR LOVE

(Pigalle)

In an old bar so near the sea, There are sailors, they drink a lot

And every day, even Sunday, The sea eats them, the sea hooks them

And all the memories from the wall Have fallen down on their poor souls

You have to see, yes to believe That mockery has made a home

They’re looking for love, unfaithful and funny kind of love

They’re looking for love, and you can be sure they will be back for more

It’s closing time and you’re passing by

Well don’t make a speech, understand why

The people here don’t want to learn They’re busy whispering things

Deals so shady, unpure mermaids Stories to make the air turn wet

The sea is so salty they say, Cause it still cries when it recalls,

They’re looking for love…

And then like it happens sometimes The funny thing is yet to come

The nearest that they’ve seen the sea Must be in the bottom of their glass,

They are looking for love

And you can be sure they will be back for more.

HE! STRANGER…

(Pigalle/Plytas)

The rumour has arrived,

He has been here since noon.

A funny name he wears We can’t trust him, we stare

Where are you from stranger?

What trick makes you danger…

Frontiers might well close down

But we’ll protect our town.

He, stranger! He, stranger! Have you got a story

Which makes our sound silly?

You see the law has a face, And our child fight in space.

Computers complex free, We’ll have to pay the fee.

How much for your problem We’ll make it our emblem,

The doubt is a torture We can’t live insecure.

He, stranger! He, stranger!

Have you got a story we’ve never heard before,

He, stranger! Don’t make it too easy!

Cause stranger, we have heard so many…

INTERMISSION

(Pigalle/Plytas)

It was one of those mornings It was still very early, if I remember…and…

Tears and frowns of last night, forgotten, far away…

The sun was slowly climbing up in the sky

And over the clouds out there, oh no!… The Gods are bored again!

Intermission, for the Gods are bored.

Les dieux s’ennuient, car le ciel est gris.

The game is to be played, demonic contract, not a miracle

The next performance starts in ten minutes Don’t miss the treat!

Intermission, the Gods are bored.

We can change the world, we feel so good Ah! It’s such an unfair, unfair affair.

He! God, you’re not always funny, and I know you’ve got weakness too.

The gods are bored, and you are bored, but things could start to change!

Destiny looses its head, because fatality starts being difficult again

She’s such a know it all, always cramping somebody else’s style,

And Chance, oh well, Chance has disappear, and we might not ever see her again, oh camp, so camp…

Intermission, the Gods are bored!

SOUVENIR D’UN PARIS

(Pigalle/Plytas)

Loin d’ici, adieu big ben, Pigalle la grande se dresse devant vous…

Ah! Ses lumières, oh! c’est fou, ca tourne, Ses yeux doux qui ne cessent de sourire Ah! Souvenir d’un Paris réveur Souvenir d’un Paris charmeur…

Tant d’images qui défilent, la vile vibre et les sons palpitent

Le metro roule et mon coeur s’ouvre Pour toi l’inconnu sur la tour, Eiffel

Ah! Souvenir en technicolour Souvenir d’un Paris songeur

Tu croyais au supreme frisson, seulement, regardes les murs se lézardent

Life has been a merry-go-round And life has certainly made you cry

Souvenir d’un Paris frimeur Souvenir d’un Paris tricheur

Et eu coin de la rue des Saints, il y a une fille, le regard vide

Et juste en face, derriere la porte, Il y a l’arrangeur des rendez-vous manqués

Ah! Souvenir d’un Paris trompeur Souvenir d’un Paris qui pleure

Il y des moments out u t’interroges Et tu te repoudres

pour la centieme fois En deu ans, les choses

n’ont pas tellement change Tu cours toujours après cet impossible,

Souvenir d’un Paris frimeur Souvenir d’un Paris aguicheur…

Et tu te repoudres pour la centime fois En deu ans, les choses n’ont

Pas tellement change Tu cours toujours après cet impossible

Souvenir d’un Paris frimeur Souvenir d’un Paris aguicheur…

A CRACK IN THE OCEAN

(Pigalle/Plytas)

Winter — Spring ’84

Spring — Summer ’84

Winter — Spring ’85…A Crack in the Ocean!

C’est le mystere de l’univers,

Evidemment une drôle d’idylle,

Et puis encore un joli deal…

Automne — Hiver ’84

Printemps — ete ’85, voici le temps tant attendu

Voici le temps des décolletes, voici le temps des coups oses  — 

A crack in the ocean…

The wave is here to bring you back It’s the call of the bank

C’est le mystère de l’univers,

La collection printemps-été,

Voice le temps tant attendu

Voici le temps des coups osés…

A crack in the ocean…

THE 1000 COLOURS WALTZ

(Pigalle/Plytas)

The day I saw a man cry, saw the end of my education.

Do you know what I’m talking about, I wish it never stops…

Lovers touching in the dark, as if nothing would happen!

If we meet desillusion, I know that passion will still be burning;

Somewhere, some heart I can feel is beating to the 1000 colours waltz of life.

I’ve heard more than one lie, and I’ve seen people fight

For money, for power, for nothing, so I turned my eyes away

The sky’s offer could be tempting, we can’t give up and we can’t die!

If we meet desillusion, I know that somewhere

Some heart will still beat to the 1000 colour waltz of life

A voice has told me long ago, you should forget and you should smile

Why around me do people fail, well shall I try, well shall I dare

Falling back in the first years, oh fugitive existence

If you meet desillusion…

Don’t forget the 1000 colours waltz of life…

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This has been number 19 in Zang Tuum Tang’s Action Series

ZCIQ 7 (the cassette)

Manufacturered by Island Records

Published by Perfect Songs Ltd and Unforgettable Songs Ltd