I ever find myself living in a gothic mansion I will make a point of singing this at the top of my lungs every morning as I walk down the grand staircase.
I know a place in a foreign land, name of Belgium.
The water stinks,
But the people think,
They think that it doesn't.
They think that it doesn't,
But it does,
I'm telling you, it stinks.
The feelings are gone,
It means nothing to you,
It means nothing to me.
This means nothing to me.
Oh, Vienna!
Hitler dwelt in this land,
And Van Morrisson was born here.
The Belgian police are very, very kind,
And invented the waltzers.
And the Belgian people spend all day drinking port.
So the feelings are gone,
It means nothing to me,
It means nothing to I.
Well, this means nothing to I.
Oh, Vienna!
Hello, hello, my Belgian friends.
Let us now make amends.
We English do not blame you,
For the destruction of the rest of Europe.
A difference, yes, In tongue and dress.
But a smile of the face of the Belgian police,
As they injure me and me family,
Injure me and me family.
My cup overflows with Viennese gin,
And I signal for more and the waiter arrives,
With a fox, with a fox,
In a cardboard box.
'What is this?', I cry.
Well, they weep, they weep,
But they never sleep.
The Belgian police, the Belgian police.
They weep, they weep,
But they never sleep,
Cos of the noise of the trains.
Hello Sue! How's the tortellini?
A pub crawl in
Leeds - the Otley Run - me and my tit mates drinking pint after pint and this was the song of the night, we would not stop singing it. Shameful.
Not shameful.
It is a tune.
You should never be ashamed of the music you love. Unless you really should be. Like if you like Sandi Thom.
Up until a few years ago
I thought this was 'OOooOh Beginner'.
Actually I maintain that it is in fact oh beginner.
Lets have sex.
you're
a tad horny tonight aintcha?
Coming from someone called CumFace?
Elvrum likes a bit of bum!
Only your bum ;o
pffft.
;((( what?
Speak to me ;'o()()
why?
Yoni Wolf?
Cos i though we were friends ;(?
Bum friends ;(?
no, you and mug_mug_mug were gonn get it on with the bum love.
Not you?
??
no, you propositioned him!
ner
learn how the boards work!
I am disappointed that nobody propositioned me, but what can you do?
No i didn't!
I replied to you!!
;'(((
well it looked like you replied to mug.
so THERE
I don't want to bum Mug :(.
Honey, it's only ever been you.
JPL reference.
i like ultravox
a fair amount
the production on Vienna is fucking brilliant.
I own this on vinyl - a recent flea market purchase, MINT condition.
Childhood memories...
Sigh.
Incredibly well produced.
THE WORST SONG EVER!
why didnt i see this sooner. i really hate this song. and midge ure.
Ultravox effectively ceased
when Midge Ure took over from John Foxx. 'Vienna' is effectively a re-write of their earlier "Just For a Moment" anyway.
well i think it's a tune.
Huh?
We can't be friends anymore, Meths.
Sorry.
*turns back
Shadup Your Face
haha
it's obviously nowhere near as classic as the little number though ;)
*that
oh for fucks sake :(
Join our Ultravox fanclub?
I seem to remember there was just me and Alcxxk.
Ultravox are ace.
Yes please :)
is there membership fee?
Nope.
You're in.
Thats it.
We don't do anything, or even speak of the group, but we all know it exists.
If
I ever find myself living in a gothic mansion I will make a point of singing this at the top of my lungs every morning as I walk down the grand staircase.
Or you could sing Addams Family.
Can anyone who isn't a fan
name ANY other song by Ultravox?
Surely
Dancing With Tears In My Eyes is jsut as famous?
Good
point...
awesome.
:)
Vic Reeves'
cover is ULTIMATELY superior:
I know a place in a foreign land, name of Belgium.
The water stinks,
But the people think,
They think that it doesn't.
They think that it doesn't,
But it does,
I'm telling you, it stinks.
The feelings are gone,
It means nothing to you,
It means nothing to me.
This means nothing to me.
Oh, Vienna!
Hitler dwelt in this land,
And Van Morrisson was born here.
The Belgian police are very, very kind,
And invented the waltzers.
And the Belgian people spend all day drinking port.
So the feelings are gone,
It means nothing to me,
It means nothing to I.
Well, this means nothing to I.
Oh, Vienna!
Hello, hello, my Belgian friends.
Let us now make amends.
We English do not blame you,
For the destruction of the rest of Europe.
A difference, yes, In tongue and dress.
But a smile of the face of the Belgian police,
As they injure me and me family,
Injure me and me family.
My cup overflows with Viennese gin,
And I signal for more and the waiter arrives,
With a fox, with a fox,
In a cardboard box.
'What is this?', I cry.
Well, they weep, they weep,
But they never sleep.
The Belgian police, the Belgian police.
They weep, they weep,
But they never sleep,
Cos of the noise of the trains.
Hello Sue! How's the tortellini?
i fucking LOVE THIS SONG
and am now going to listen to it.