Transmission

Paroles originales (Joy Division)

Radio - live transmission
Radio - live transmission
Listen to the silence, let it ring on
Eyes, dark grey lenses, frightened of the sun
We would have a fine time living in the night
Left to blind destruction, waiting for our sight

We would go on as though nothing was wrong
And hide from these days to remain all alone
Staying in the same place, staying out the time
Touching from a distance, further all the time

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio --

I could call out when the going gets tough
The things that we learned are no longer enough
No language, just sound, that's all we need know
To synchronize love to the beat of the show
And we could daaaaaance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio

Paroles live du 06/08/98

Radio, live transmission
Radio, live transmission
Radio

I listen to the silence, let it ring on
Dark gray lenses, frightened of the sun
We could have a fine time living in the light
Left to blind destruction, waiting for our sight,
for our sight

radio live radiation
radio live transmission
someone's speaking through the radio

let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
let's swing to an empty spot on the dance floor
let's sway to the sounds they're playing on the radio
let's dance under the moonlight, the serious-a-moonlight

I listen to the sound of passing cars
I listen to the sound of empty bars
I listen to the sound of military might
I listen to the sound of ... sprite
I listen to the sound of bumble bees
I listen to the sound of fallen trees
I listen to the sound of candy canes
I listen to the sound of my old pain

I listen to the silence of the youth
I listen to the violence of the youth
I listen to the silence of the youth
I listen to the violence of the youth
I listen to the silence of the youth
I listen to the silence of the youth
I listen to the violence of the youth
I listen to the violence of the youth
it's comin' off the radio

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Radio's gonna save your soul
sometimes the radio's all ya got

I made a call to the DJ and I asked him to play some Rainbow
I know that DJ's gonna save, save, save my soul

(long cris de 9 secondes)

(quelqu'un du public) : say what you're gonna say!
That's right. I got plenty to say