Chris Orbach: Songs

Alphaville

(Chris Orbach)

Alphaville

All alone on the dance floor
Drones couldn’t keep you down
My doubletime funk amuses you
Before the zombies gather round
Drive on, Federico
Take us safely through the night
Can you see us together
In grainy black and white

Like another time
Your hand in mine

The air is different that before
I think we have just minutes more
Here comes the thunder—
Well, I guess it’s not a drill
If we’re the last two left behind
Won’t you keep this plan in mind
I’d love to take you walking
Arm in arm through Alphaville

Where have all the good people gone
I hear that they’re all inside
Going blind and making bombs
And writing hate-mail on the sly
Out here it’s half-eaten pastries
Ghost town empty idling cars
The lines are jammed like cans
But the streets seem to be ours

I wanna whirl you round
This lonesome town

I laugh and drop my PPK
Sharkskin armor blocks the rays
First kiss I give to you
You’re absolutely still
Then all at once you come alive
Right before my sleepy eyes
Let me take you walking
Arm in arm through Alphaville

Alphaville (cont’d)

Sometimes I get to thinking
What’s the point in going on
When everything good and true
In the whole damn world seems to be gone

There you are in blue
A little too good to be true
The wreck of Sacre Couer
Behind you on a hill
I’ve got a nickel to my name
Darling, all the same
I’d love to take you walking
Arm in arm through Alphaville