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Depeche Mode
Depeche Mode


Background information
Origin Basildon, Essex, England
Genre(s) New Wave
Synthpop
Years active 1980—present
Label(s) Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Mute Records
Sire Records
Associated acts Yazoo
Erasure
Recoil
Website Website
Members
David Gahan
Martin Gore
Andrew Fletcher
Former members
Vince Clarke
Alan Wilder



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Depeche Mode Album


Some Great Reward (1984)
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My little girl
won't you come with me
come with me
tell me

Is there something to do

I'm going crazy with boredom
come with me
tell me

Grey sky over a black town
I can feel depression
all around
you've got your leather boots on

I can't stand another drink
it's surprising this town
doesn't sink
you've got your leather boots on

Your pretty dress is oil stained
from working too hard
for too little
you've got your leather boots on

You're feeling the boredom too
I'd gladly go with you
I'd put your leather boots on
I'd put your pretty dress on


. . .


Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I'm the only one

Experiences have a lasting impression
But words once spoken
Don't mean a lot now
Belief is the way
The way of the innocent
And when I say innocent
I should say naive

So lie to me
But do it with sincerity
Make me listen
Just for a minute
Make me think
There's some truth in it

Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I'm the only one

Promises made for convenience
Aren't necessarily
What we need
Truth is a word
That's lost its meaning
The truth has become
Merely half-truth

So lie to me
Like they do it in the factory
Make me think
That at the end of the day
Some great reward
Will be coming my way

Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I'm the only one


. . .


People are people, so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
People are people, so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully

So we're different colours, and we're different creeds
And different people have different needs
It's obvious you hate me, though I've done nothing wrong
I've never even met you, so what could I have done?

I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

People are people, so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
People are people, so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully

Now you're punching and you're kicking and you're shouting at me
I'm relying on your common decency
So far it hasn't surfaced, but I'm sure it exists
It just take a while to travel from your head to your fist

I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

People are people, so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
People are people, so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully

I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand


. . .


I am happy that I have you
Even though you're not here now
I know somewhere you are dreaming
Though it's definitely not of me

It doesn't matter if this all shatters
Nothing lasts forever
But I'm praying
That we're staying together

I am warmed by your friendship
Even when you're far away
And I'm happy in the knowledge
We may never see the day

When I kiss you & you kiss me
Don't pretend you miss me
The worst kind of diseased mind
Is one filled with jealousy

If we should meet again
Don't try to solve the puzzle
Just lay down next to me
And please don't move a muscle

I will thank you, most of all, for
The respect you have for me
I'm embarrassed; it overwhelms me
Because I don't deserve any

I doesn't matter if this all shatters
Nothing lasts for ever
But I'm praying
That we're staying together


. . .


Take a look at unselected cases
You'll find love has been wrecked
By both sides compromising
Amounting to a disastrous effect

You hear stories of old
Of princes bold
With riches untold
Happy souls
Casting it all aside
To take some bride
To have the girl of their dreams
At their side
But not me
I couldn't do that
Not me
I'm not like that

I couldn't sacrifice
Anything at all
To love

I really like you
I'm attracted to you
The way you move
The things you do
I'll probably burn in hell
For saying this
But I'm really in heaven
Whenever we kiss
But oh no!
You won't change me
You can try
For an eternity

I wouldn't sacrifice
Anything at all
To love

Take a look at unselected cases
You'll find love has been wrecked
By both sides compromising
Amounting to a disastrous effect

Now I've got things to do
You have too
And I've got to be me
You've got to be you
So take my hand
And feel these lips
And let's savor a kiss
Like we'd savor a sip
Of vintage wine
One more time
Let's surrender
To this love divine

But we won't sacrifice
Anything at all
To love


. . .


I want somebody to share
share the rest of my life
share my innermost thoughts
know my intimate details
someone who'll stand by my side
and give me support
and in return
she'll get my support
she will listen to me
when I want to speak
about the world we live in
and life in general
though my views may be wrong
they may even be perverted
she'll hear me out
and won't easily be converted
to my way of thinking
in fact she'll often disagree
but at the end of it all
she will understand me

I want somebody who cares
for me passionately
with every thought
and with every breath
someone who'll help me see things
in a different light
all the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
to anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to stay clear
out of those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
who will put their arms around me
and kiss me tenderly
though things like this make me sick
in a case like this
I'll get away with it

. . .


There's a new game
We like to play you see
A game with added reality
You treat me like a dog
Get me down on my knees

We call it master and servant
We call it master and servant

It's a lot like life
This play between the sheets
With you on top and me underneath
Forget all about equality

Let's play master and servant
Let's play master and servant

It's a lot like life
And that's what's appealing
If you decide control my feeling
From disposable fun
Then this is the one

Domination's the name of the game
In bed or in life
They're both just the same
Except in one you're fulfilled
At the end of the day

Let's play master and servant
Let's play master and servant

Let's play master and servant
Come on master and servant


. . .


Working week's come to its end
party time is here again
everyone can come if they want to
if you want to be with me
if you want to be with me
you can come with me if you want to

Exercise your basic right
we could build a building site
from the bricks of shame is built the hope
if you want to be with me
if you want to be with me
even though you may still not want to

Let tomorrow and today
bring a life of ecstasy
wipe away your tears of confusion
if you want to be with me
if you want to be with me
you can come with me if you want to
even though you still may not want to


. . .


Girl of sixteen
Whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life
Didn't succeed
Thank the Lord
For small mercies

Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

Girl of eighteen
Fell in love with everything
Found new life
In Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up
On a life support machine

Summer's day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summer sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her mother's eye

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

. . .


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