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The Human League
The Human League


Background information
Origin Sheffield, England
Genre(s) Electronic
Synthpop
New Wave
Electropop
Avant-garde
Years active 1977—present
Label(s) Virgin Records
EMI Group
Wall Of Sound
Associated acts Heaven 17
Giorgio Moroder
Members
Joanne Catherall
Philip Oakey
Susan Ann Sulley
Former members
Ian Burden
Jo Callis
Ian Craig Marsh
Martyn Ware
Philip Adrian Wright



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The Human League Album


Reproduction (1979)
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There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact, I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men
Jump off the tarmac

There's no stagecoach speed limit

Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet

Soft lenses grow to glasses
Small world dimly seen through cataracts
Your program
Newspaper
So they say
Rumour spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator

Press the button on the lift

Raise the dust on old stair carpets

Endless treads like waves of regret

Now it seems I'm going madder

Falling off this rotting ladder

Soft lenses grow to glasses
Small world dimly seen through cataracts
Jump onto the escalator

Press the button on the lift

Raise the dust on old stair carpets

Endless treads like waves of regret

Now it seems I'm going madder

Falling off this rotting ladder

Your program
Newspaper
So they say
Rumour spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator

Press the button on the lift

Raise the dust on old stair carpets

Endless treads like waves of regret

Now it seems I'm going madder

Falling through this rotting ladder

There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men
Jump off the tarmac

There's no stagecoach speed limit

Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet

Jump off the tarmac

There's no stagecoach speed limit

Outside the office swings the man on the gibbet


. . .



This is a song called the Circus Of Death
It tells the true story of a circus we met
The first two verses concern the actual arrival at Heathrow Airport of Commissioner Steve McGarrett
The third emotionally describes a map showing the range of the circus
The fourth and fifth were extracted from an article in the Guardian of March the 19th, 1962
The last is a short wave radio message from the last man on Earth
(spoken introduction from the âЂŒBeing BoiledâЂќ b-side version)

In just a few moments we're off to Hawaii
to join Steve McGarrett and the team for tonight's adventure...
(introduction from album version)

Nine o'clock flight from Hawaii
The Trident is just touching down
We're waiting here on the tarmac
McGarrett is wearing a frown

He's here to help with a problem
A blood-spattered curse on our land
Please cast your eye over this map, sir
This business is quite out of hand

The circus of death is approaching
Its pathway is painted in red
Before it the frightened and helpless
Behind it a trail of the dead

The narcotic that forges their union is a substance known only to one
To the clown it is known as Dominion
It's a secret that he'll give to none

The drug which gives the clown power means the circus can never be stopped
And his dream can go on unhindered âЂ?til the last human being has dropped

Spare me and my family
I've done you no wrong
Go away, please let us be
I've known you for too long


. . .


Faced with the choice, what would you say?
The path of least resistance, It seems the only way
But can we look a little further? To level four I think
Self-belief's the answer, and not another drink
The safe method, the only way, you rationalise your course
Stay part of the crowd, and never find the source
Feel wanted, feel numb, just stay as you are
The truth is - comfort kills, and you don't need that car

So sad, the early grave, when all the fun's for free
Start digging the early grave, and keep it warm for me

Faced with the choice, what would you say?
The path of least resistance, It seems the only way
But let's look a little further, to level four, I think
Self-belief's the answer, and not another drink
The safe method, the only way, you rationalise your course
Stay a part of the crowd, and never find the source
Feel wanted, feel numb, just stay as you are
The truth is, comfort kills, and you don't need that car

. . .


No future they say
But must it be that way?
Now is calling
The city is human

Blind youth take hope, you're no Joe Soap
Your time is due, big fun come soon

We've had it easy, we should be glad
High-rise living's not so bad

Blind youth take hope, you're no Joe Soap
Your time is due, big fun come soon

Dehumanisation
Is such a big word
It's been around since
Richard The Third

Dehumanisation
It's easy to say
But if you're not a hermit
You'll know the city's okay

No future they say
But must it be that way
Now is calling
The city is human

Blind youth take hope, you're no Joe Soap
Your time is due, big fun come soon
Blind youth take hope, you're no Joe Soap
Your time is due, big fun come soon

We've had it easy, we should be glad
High-rise living's not so bad

Blind youth take hope, you're no Joe Soap
Your time is due, big fun come soon
Blind youth take hope, you're no Joe Soap
Your time is due, big fun come soon
Blind youth take hope, you're no Joe Soap
Your time is due, big fun come soon

. . .


Television: You will notice that very appropriately I'm left-handed

This man I saw
Was happy then
And then loved
And on TV well
But now he cried
And he cried
And of course he had to want to die
But he watched him
Which made it worse
Of course, of course, of course, of course

You understand
He didn't know
That it was someone else
Who looked the same
A similar voice taken
The clothes changed
But the face retained

Surrounded by
Old imagery
His brain bypassed
The eternal moment laid bare
No time to heal
Continual pain, continual pain, continual pain, continual pain

I spent a bad day yesterday
With a man and a picture of himself
The tape was running and the TV turned

Television: ...and described Mrs Thatcher's first three months in power as disastrous

. . .



Since I was very young I've realised
I never wanted to be human size
So I avoid the crowds and traffic jams
They just remind me of how small I am
Because of this longing in my heart
I'm going to start the growing art
I'm going to grow now and never stop
Think like a mountain, grow to the top

Chorus :

Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will crawl, crawl, crawl
Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will crawl, crawl, crawl
Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall

With concentration
My size increased
And now I'm fourteen stories high
At least
Empire State Human
Just a born kid
I'll go to Egypt to be
The pyramids

(Chorus) over :-

Refrain 1 :

Brick by brick
Stone by stone
Growing till he's fully grown
Brick by brick
Stone by stone
Growing till he's fully grown

Refrain 2 :

Fetch more water
Fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land
Fetch more water
Fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land


. . .


You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips
And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips
You're trying hard not to show it (baby)
But baby, baby I know it

You've lost that loving feeling
Woah, that loving feeling
You've lost that loving feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone
Woah-woah-woah

Now there's no welcome look in your eyes when I reach for you
And girl you're starting to criticise little things I do
It makes me just feel like crying (baby)
'Cos, baby, something beautiful's dying

You've lost that loving feeling
Woah, that loving feeling
You've lost that loving feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone
Woah-woah-woah

Baby, baby, I'd get down on my knees for you
If you would only love me like you used to do, yeah
We had a love, a love, a love you don't find every day
So don't, don't, don't, don't let it slip away

Baby (baby), Baby (baby)
I beg you please (woooo)
Please (woooo)
I need your love (I need your love)
I need your love (I need your love)
Now it bring it on back (bring it on back)
Bring it on back (bring it on back)

Bring back that loving feeling
Woah, that loving feeling
Bring back that loving feeling
Cause it's gone, gone, gone
And I can't go on
Woah-woah-woah

. . .


In the town
The start of day
The father thinks in sadness
On why his daughters went away
On youth and other madness

I know we don't choose who we love
And malice is so human
When your principle's no good
It's time to find a new one
I was brought up to believe
That to avoid disaster
In life as in your dreams
You've got to be the monster
When you've done your very best
When things turn out unpleasant
When the best of men take bribes
Isn't it the fool who doesn't?

In the town
By the house
The journalist is waiting
And near this place
There is a space
A subject contemplating

You've got your keys to get back in
You've washed your face so you can smile
You've got your pockets full of lending cash
Your ticket to the ladies mile
You brush away a flake of zinc
Advance toward the street outside
You close your mind so you can't think
The hide, the ride, the tide

But the scenes come rushing in
Like eels into your net
And it's just like Joseph said
Another walk you can't forget
But you push into the bleak
Where all the women walk in fear
Another three-word phrase
The near, the clear, the dear

You're a lonely little girl
Who just wants to please her dad
So you thought you'd be a nurse
Just like your mother had
But you make the patients worse
And the doctors know you're bad
(Better get back to the oracle)

The oracle in this case
Is a message on your phone
It says where you go
Gravity has gone
You know this is true
But you want to speak of love
Prediction and ambiguity
Go hand in glove

The oracle in this case
Is a face on your wall
It says where you go
People will fall

And near this place
There is a space
A subject contemplating
And in the town
The sun goes down
No-one investigating

. . .


Take the lovebird
Kiss the stranger
Leave the trailer
Take the car
Feel the sound rushing over you
QED

See my finger
The way it points you
Follow blindly
Into the road
Feel the sound rushing over you
QED

See the stranger
Getting nearer
Iron teardrop
Collision course
Feel the sound rushing over you
QED

See the blood now
Overflowing
No more compression
Compression done
Feel the sound rushing over you
QED

I saw it happen
You saw it happen
We saw it happen
It can't be true
The stranger crashing into you

I saw it happen
You saw it happen
We saw it happen
It can't be true
(Repeat four times) The stranger crashing into you
(Repeat ten times) Into you

. . .


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