London

There are several official versions of this composition:

the original studio recording from 1987
two remixes of two different excerpts from 1995

For convenience of reference, the composition London is virtually indexed for this discography at three points. These sections are entitled as follows:

00:00 - London (The Dungeon Cry) 6:52
06:52 - London (The Fly) 2:47
09:39 - London (Rotten Row Patriot) 4:43

Details


Recording year	1987
Composer(s)	Edgar Froese, Chris Franke, Paul Haslinger

Records


Tangerine Dream: Official Releases
1987	Tyger [a]	14:22
	Tyger [b]	14:22
	Tyger [c]	14:24
	Tyger [d]	14:24
	Tyger [e]	14:25
1991	From Dawn 'til Dusk [a]	14:24
1995	Book Of Dreams [a] [Titled London Part One (The Dungeon Cry)][1995 remix]	7:12
	Book Of Dreams [a] [Titled London Part Two (Rotten Row Patriot)][1995 remix]	4:54
1996	The Dream Roots Collection [a] [Titled London (The Dungeon)][1995 remix]	7:12
	The Dream Roots Collection [a] [Titled London (Rotten Row Patriot)][1995 remix]	4:54

Lyrics

I wander through each chartered street
Near where the chartered Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appalls
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls

In every cry of every man
in every infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear

But most through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new born infant's tear
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse

London, London

And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe

In every cry of every man
in every infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear

London, London

(Adapted from 'London' by William Blake)

Children of a future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love was thought a crime

(Adapted from 'A Little Girl Lost' by William Blake)

Rise and look out, his chains are loose
his dungeon doors are open
And let his wife and children return
from the oppressor's scourge
They look behind at every step
And believe it is a dream
Singing: ?The sun has left his blackness
And has found a fresher morning
And the fair moon rejoices in the clear
and cloudless night
For Empire is no more
And now the Lion and Wolf Shall cease
...shall cease
...shall cease'

(Adapted from 'America' by William Blake)

Little fly, thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand has brushed away

Am not I a fly like thee?
Or are not thou a man like me?

For I dance and drink and sing
Till some blind hand shall brush my wing

If thought is life and strength and breath
And the want of thought is death
Then am I a happy fly
If I live or if I die

(Adapted from 'The Fly' by William Blake)