"Fly Upon The Wall" genre: Pop
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	Don’t be fooled by any apparent militaristic harshness here; for beyond a shadow of a doubt, all is now sweetness and light …
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	Story Behind the Song I was in Berlin not too long before the Wall fell. Crossed easily from the opulence of the West to the paranoia of the East. Getting back wasn't so simple. Came through Checkpoint Charlie on Friedrichstrasse. East German Vopo guards searched high and low and underneath. Eventually got back into the West. The abiding memory of Berlin for me however, is of the woman in the red cardigan. There was a viewing stand a hundred metres downwind of the Brandenburg Gate, where free-Westerners could gaze into the unknown across No-Mans Land. From that vantage point, I saw the woman in the red cardigan standing just to the east of the Brandenburg. I waved. She waved. And I thought, "If I come to you, no-one will bat an eyelid. You come to me, they will kill you". Then she disappeared behind the Gate. We flew out of Tegel the following day, a day on which two East Germans were shot and killed trying to cross over. I hoped neither wore a red cardigan. Lyrics The mists are always swirling Where the castle wall is cold. The night is not for dreamers Or for schemers or the old For they cannot escape from The fog, the clinging fold - The fog, the clinging fold - The fog, the clinging fold across the Wall. In fear or frustration All the discontented crews Gather in the glowing Of the slowly burning fuse, And there are no surprises Finding they themselves accused - Finding they themselves accused - Finding they themselves accused before the Wall. Unmatched in unimportance All your neon towers rise, Crackling with images And Estee Lauder lies. The paradox is heightened for You need not advertise - You need not advertise - There is no need to advertise upon the Wall. They may take up all my papers, They may look into my eyes, But they cannot pierce my makeup Or break up my disguise. They check me with their mirrors, They mate me with their flies - They mate me with their flies - They mate me with their flies upon the wall.

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