Alphaville Ain't It Strange # All In The Lyrics

Ain't it strange that we destroy what we embrace
And we leave what we seek
It's such a shame
Ain't it strange that we smile when we cry
And no-one knows why we are here
And where we are going to
Ain't it strange
We could be, we could be so good together
We could be, we could be so good together
Ain't it strange that we share what we hate
That we break what we love
It's such a shame
Ain't it strange that when we pray, we betray anyway
And no-one knows what we are for
Why we're so tough, why we must hurt
When we're so fragile
Ain't it strange
We could be, we could be so good together
Ain't it strange, still we could fall into a dream
I'd wish no-one could catch that fall for we could fall for love
Life is but a dream, life is but a dream
All the tears in the world not in vain for the pain is gone
The shame is washed away when we're all one
Life is but a dream, life is but a dream
It's hard to believe after thousands of years
The world's still drowning in blood and tears
We've been quite advanced but again we fall
It's dog eat dog on the rat race trail
It's getting too much, we're getting nowhere
While hatred and fear is all that we share
I can't take it no more when I'm watching the news
We must stick together or we're bound to lose
Now listen to this... we could be, we could be so good together

ALL IN THE GOLDEN AFTERNOON
music: Bloss-Gold-Lloyd-Echolette

All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill
By little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide
Ah, cruel three!
In such an hour beneath such dreamy wheather
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather
And what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together

Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they persue
The dream child moving through a land of wonders
Wild and new
In friendly chat with bird or beast
And half believe it true
And ever as the story drained
The walls of fancy dry and faintly strove
That weary one to put the subject by the next time
It is next time the happy voices cry
Thus grew the tale of wonderland
Thus slowly one by one
It's quaint events were hammered out
And now the tale is done and home we steer
A merry crew
Beneath the setting sun