YO BAILÉ A PET SHOP BOYS - Special Yo Bailé los 80s Dance Mix by Jordi Carreras

Midnight Sea

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Love Is In The Air (Chuggin Edits)

In the silence of the side street
In the whisper of the night
From the darkness of the empty hours
To the early morning light

From the hustle down on Main Street
With all its lights so bright
To the trucker on the highway
Pressing through the night

'Cause I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, I can hear your heartbeat
Girl, the sound of you is so sweet
To me

Oh, I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, I can hear your heartbeat
Girl, the sound of you is so sweet
To me

I'm in a European disco
And it's thumping up the beat
There's a jukebox in a cafe
Where the younger ones can meet

We got freezing Coca-Cola
We got anything you want
I, I can feel the back beat, yeah
Girl, but it's you that sings the song

'Cause I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, I can hear your heartbeat
Girl, the sound of you is so sweet
To me

And I'm sailing on your wind song
Oh, I can feel the summer breeze
You've got me walking on my tiptoes
You've got me standing on my knees

From the mills way down in Pittsburgh
To the clubs of gay Paris
Ah, no matter where I roam, girl
You can always get to me

'Cause I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, I can hear your heartbeat
Girl, the sound of you is so sweet
To me

Oh, I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, I can hear your heartbeat
Girl, the sound of you is so sweet
To me

Yeah, I can hear your heartbeat
Oh, I can hear your heartbeat
Girl, the sound of you is so sweet
To me

Purple Disco Machine - All My Life VS. Chris Rea - Heartbeat (Mr. 31 Club Mix)

Kim Schumacher Studie 86 3 Februar

Furui Himitsu

Neon Reverie (1)

I just - Curlie Howard ReGoldEdit

This is my personal tribute to one of my favourite groups of the 80ies, the Yazoo, and to one of the best voices I've ever heard, the one of Alison Moyet.
Free download for everybody who likes.

ODE TO BOY
When he moves i watch him from behind
he turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
intent and direct when he speaks, i watch his lips
and when he drives i love to watch his hand
white and smooth almost feminine, almost american, i have to watch him.

in his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
and everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
i saw him searching into you and ached a while

i watch his lips caress the glass,
his fingers stroke its stem and pass
to lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
from a shadow by the stair
i watch as he weeps unaware
that i'm in awe of his despair, but i am there 