Ian ANDERSON


Walk Into Light

(1983)



1. Fly By Night 3'52
(Ian Anderson)
2. Made In England 5'01
(Ian Anderson)
3. Walk Into Light 3'13
(Ian Anderson)
4. Trains 3'21
(Ian Anderson / Peter-John Vettese)
5. End Game 3'19
(Ian Anderson)
6. Black And White Television 3'39
(Ian Anderson)
7. Toad In The Hole 3'25
(Ian Anderson)
8. Looking For Eden 3'42
(Ian Anderson)
9. User Friendly 4'01
(Ian Anderson / Peter-John Vettese)
10. Different Germany 5'24
(Ian Anderson / Peter-John Vettese)

Total Time: 38:57


  • Ian Anderson - Serious Vocals, Multi Instruments
  • Peter-John Vettese - Synthesizers, Piano, Blouse Vocals

    Instruments used - Rhodes Chroma, Expander Yamaha CP80, Roland JP8, Promars, MC202, Emulator Original User Samples, Ludwig Drums via Linn Drum Computer, Fender, Schecter and Martin Guitars, Wal Bass Guitar

    Recorded on - Soundcraft 760 via Soundcraft 2400 Mixing Console
    Mastered on - Otari MTR 12-2 (Analogue),
    Sony PCM - PRO-Matic (Digital)

    Ian Anderson - Producer, Engineer, Artwork, Art Direction, Concept
    Nick Watson - Production Mastering
    Martin Goddard - Photography
    John Pasche - Art Direction, Design

    Songs by Ian Anderson
    Except 'Trains', 'Different Germany', 'User-Friendly' Ian Anderson / Peter-John Vettese





    1. Fly By Night

      It's hard to say I'm sorry.
      May we just forget about today.
      You see, I fly by night.
      I fly by night.

      I laid my love beside the door
      and left you sleeping on the floor.
      So long. I fly by night.
      I fly by night.

      And though you night think it's too bad to me
      I have to leave you with used memories...

      I have no stomach for the dawn.
      I feel I should be moving on
      and so I fly by night.

      Strange figures in the dark.
      Did cupid strike and leave his mark?
      It seems his arrows fly by night.
      They fly by night.
      Let's fly.

    2. Made In England

      Somewhere in a town in England
      lay a babe with a curious smile.
      He was of your father's children.
      Born each side of a dry-stone mile.

      He grew up through the schools and factories
      Brunel's tunnels and bridges told.
      Grey towers built high on that Kingdom
      with apartments still unsold.

      Somewhere in a town in England.
      Could be Newcastle, leeds or Birmingham.
      And were you made in
      England's green and pleasant land.

      He accepts no unemplayment
      and is to indeterminate station bred.
      Is possessed of skills and reason
      Flies the flag upon his head.

      Watches the democratic process
      grind it's way through the Commons cold
      Filled with fiery infiltrators
      Who would pave the streets with England's gold.

    3. Walk Into Light

      Close in, move out to where you want to go.
      There's a crowd out there handclapping slow.
      We're all powered up, switched on, the rig is tight.
      Step into joy. Walk into light.
      Never mind what some people say.
      They're going to love you anyway.

      Shake off that nervous twitch and feel your strength.
      Stand astride the width and walk length.
      Those super - troopers fired and burning bright.
      Step into joy. Walk into light.
      Stand tall and be yourself.
      You can do it for your health.

      Maybe a circus ring, a disco floor
      Do like we do. And do some more.
      A crowed office or a party night.
      Step into joy. Walk into light.

    4. Trains

      Here I am at the end of the day
      with a cup of cold coffee
      from the station buffet.
      On Trains, On Trains I seem
      to spend my life on Trains.

      See the blue suit banker in the ticket line
      Got am Evening Standard with Playboy
      hidden behind
      On Trains, On Trains he seem
      to spend his life on Trains.

      Time after time
      Was I just dreaming?
      Did I help you aboard.
      Full passenger service -
      Let me help with the door
      Sit down take the weight off your feet
      There's a train - load of people I'd like
      you to meet
      On Trains, On Trains we seem
      to spend our life on Trains.

      Join the secret world of Trains.
      Feel the pleasure. Touch the pain.
      Drift into yesterday.

      Once and again
      I was just thinking
      We could meet sometime
      on the 17.30 where
      I usually find
      my friends at the end of the day,
      May we pay your fare, lady?
      We should like you to stay
      in our train. On Trains -
      you'll have to spend your life
      on Trains.

      I hear there's on office party on the 18.05
      You'll be home for Christmas it they
      take you alive from the Train
      Those Trains, we have to spend our lives
      On Trains.

      Once and again
      I was just thinking
      we could meet any time
      on number two platform
      where I usually find
      my friends at the end of the day
      on Trains, Trains, Trains.

    5. End Game

      I'm slipping into grey.
      And I was (in my way) good to you
      And you were good for me
      Bye Bye my love
      Going to play the End Game.

      It's growing land of still
      You know there always will be a dream
      waiting for you when
      sleep comes around
      I hall to play the End Game.

      Bless us all I must say
      it was good, you know
      Keep me in mind for
      a re-match in warm snow.

      The faces at the door
      couldn't have looked more lost to see
      me having as I brush
      away a tear
      Gone to play the End Game.

    6. Black And White Television

      I looked in the mirror then
      saw my face in a dream
      With eyes sharp as diamonds
      Blessed with clear vision
      Things were not as they seemed
      Black and White Television
      stared back from the wall.
      Is that my life ?
      Am I here at all ?

      Down in the High Road, see
      motor cavalcades glide
      past shopwindow dressers
      desperately covering
      all the parts they can hide.
      Black and White Television
      stares at me again
      Is that their lives?
      Even dummies pretend.

      The truth is so hard to deny
      The answer is here
      The screen never lies.

      Black and White Television.
      It's the right television
      Show me it's all a dream tonight.

      They Boys on the corner sulk
      in their Suzuki haze
      In primary colours
      (each year more startling).
      but they still fade to grey
      on Black and White Television
      It's sweeping the land
      Is that your life?
      Do you understand?

      Black and White Television
      Back the right television
      Black and White Television
      Hard to fight television show me it's all a dream
      tonight.

    7. Toad In The Hole

      I walk along the strand
      to catch the late ride howe.
      Shattle through the evening gloow
      Knowing I forgot to phone
      The back doors open
      There's a chill blowing in.
      Take your warm hands off me.
      Let the night begin.
      Shush your mouth
      Listen to me
      I won't say nothing -
      Just let me be your
      Toad in the Hole.

      Kicking through the wet leaves lying
      all along the station road.
      Past tired graffitti wailing,
      raw emotion to unload
      There's coal in the fireplace
      and money in the banle too
      Deep - pile carpets, tinsel wallpaper.
      Still got the back room to do.
      Don't be late.
      Got a day's work behind me.
      Feel a little devastated
      but my nights are assigned
      to you.

      No tow - cat creeping, now
      could ever be so bold
      to hang around our place tonight
      When I come in from the cold
      There's a straight - six in the garage
      and some fine to cool.
      Labour - savers in the kitchen,
      room in the garden for a pool.
      Shush your mouth
      Let imagination run.
      Here in bed - sit heaven
      where all the best wishing's done
      to warm Toad in the Hole.

    8. Looking For Eden

      As I drove down the road to look for Eden
      saw two young girls but left them standing there
      They were too late to get home on the underground
      and probably too drunk, too drunk to cave.

      Can anyone tell me the way to Eden?
      I'll ask them there, have they a job for me
      I'm not a fussy man, I can weed and hoe
      I'll her Adam, she can be my Eve.

      And where on earth are all those songs of Eden
      The fairy tales, the shepherds and wise men.
      Just one old dosser lurching down Oxford Street
      to spend his Christmas lying in the rain.
      Don't anybody know the way to Eden
      I'm tired of living my life in free - fall.
      They say it's somewhere out on the edge of town.
      Perhaps it isn't really there at all.

    9. User-Friendly

      Do we inhabit some micro-space
      and interface through wires.
      Dance on a printed circuit board
      throw the software to the fires.
      My memory's slim --- so volatile
      but I'm learning.
      Plug yourself in.
      Stay for awhile.
      Un-discerning.

      And on dusty terminals
      finger me lighly do.
      And QWERTY is the name of love
      printed on the V.D.U.
      Cut yourself free.
      We're all alone communicatirly.
      Don't bother me with arithmetic
      - I'm waiting.

      User - friendly
      That's what i am to you.

      I have to break out of here
      Trapped in my hardware cell.
      And come to you as you sleep tonight.
      Take you back into my hell.
      Binary joys and digital sighs
      so appealing
      I'm one of the boys and it's only
      your mind that I'm stealing
      User - Friendly
      That's all I am to you.

    10. Different Germany

      The lights are down in Germany
      and Germany is closed to me
      different somehow this time.

      The airport's stiff, cold corridors
      ring empty beats through hollow feet
      that I find to be mine.

      Different Germany.
      History repeats somehow.
      Different Germany.
      Afraid to know you now.

      And past my eyes with leathered gaze
      stare clean-cut boys all dressed as men
      in sharpened uniform.
      Who turned the clock? (Moved on or back)
      And what dark chill is gathering still
      before the storm.

      Out in the street a tableau double-glazed
      with laughing girls whose fastened smiles
      are clearly not meant for me.