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
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.