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..."The music is weaving
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings
The rhythm is calling
Alone in the night as the daylight brings
A cool empty silence
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky
It fades to the distance"...
Vienna
-Ultravox
listen
Ultravox - Sleepwalk youtu.be/vIdbeJzjKSs
It Follows theme youtu.be/i1QwC-y3XMc
Piano Magic - Stations youtu.be/kSePyf1QoYY
Bill Wyman & Terry Taylor - The Valley youtu.be/rJZ__uy7T_Y
..."A footprint haunts an empty floor
A fading coat that I once wore
Oh, A desolation where I once lived
I have seen in times gone by
I have felt a different shadow on the wall
A stranglehold on a certain feeling
Reap the wild wind"...
Reap The Wild Wind
- Ultravox
..."And just as my eyes start seeing
After all the pain
The twist in my life starts healing
Just to twist again
In stillness, in sorrow
Returns that softly sighing lament"...
Lament
- Ultravox
,,The music is weaving
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings,
The rhythm is calling.
Alone in the night as the daylight brings,
A cool empty silence.
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky,,,,,, - by Ultravox
"El amor estaba echado y había que beberlo" (Albert Cohen)
♫ Ultravox - "Reap The Wild Wind" (This is the first vinyl that I bought, maxisingle version. I was only 12 years old)
♫ Bob Dylan - "Hurricane" (rroel58)
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from March 2020. The title is unashamedly taken from the title of an awesome Ultravox post-punk song from 1981. On editing I did notice two haunting wailing faces in her knees and now I cannot un-see them, I urge you not to look!
Ascolto suggerito:
ULTRAVOX - Hiroshima Mon Amour
"...Somehow we drifted off too far
Communicate like distant stars
Splintered voices down the phone
The sunlit dust, the smell of roses drifts, oh no
Someone waits behind the door..."
Credits - whitt-icisms.blogspot.com/2019/11/this-means-nothing-to-m...
The feeling has gone, only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna...
~ Ultravox
The music is weaving
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings
The rhythm is calling
Alone in the night as the daylight brings
A cool, empty silence
--Ultravox
We fade to grey, don't we? And today we can put on our red shoes and dance the blues, bluer than ever. We dance, we dance with tears in our eyes. It's a blue Monday after all. RIP, David.
2/52 : Dancing with tears in my eyes - Ultravox
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJ_OetMwdPs
..."I'm moving through time
being human by design
life
unfulfilled but divine
never ending
how could I be so blind?
what is this world
doing to me?
notwithstanding the lies
all the tears I have cried
I've opened my eyes"...
I Am Alive
- Ultravox
If for a moment we ever forgot that we were in an Islamic country, it wasn’t usually for very long. And a number of things involving the number five were always on hand to remind us what faith most of the locals follow here. A study of the map told me there were five mosques nearby, in which the people lay prostrate and facing in an easterly direction five times a day. And every morning before sunrise at five o’clock, not so long after the last remaining drunks had staggered off to bed and the Nubian Village Resort next door had finally switched off its poolside stereo, the Muezzin at the nearest seat of worship began the first call to prayers of the new day. A curious place where worlds collide; a place where the deeply devout meets the disorderly and dissolute. Mellow, haunting and guttural, his low bass notes would wash across the empty silence, creeping in beneath the front door of our apartment. It was a beautiful and unworldly sound to a westerner who’d never been anywhere like this before, and in each of the first three mornings I was stirred from my sleep by his song.
When the other four calls came each day, the Muezzin would be competing with the holiday resorts in this Babel-like cocktail of sounds. By late morning it was not at all unusual to hear him chanting mournfully in my right ear, while La Macarena drowned the senses from the left. On one occasion I thought he was singing the chorus to Vienna by Ultravox, but I must have been mistaken. It seemed pretty unlikely that he’d have added European smash hits of the eighties to his repertoire. Just occasionally, in that delightfully peaceful period that started around sunset each day when the animations crew left their stations at the active pool and headed off for supper, I might catch the odd strain across the fading glow, but apart from that he was fighting a losing battle from where we were stationed in our resort. It was only at five in the morning that the stage was his alone.
On the third morning I set the first of a series of early alarms. Ok, so I set it incorrectly - I don’t usually have much call for morning alarms these days - but at least our local Muezzin was there on hand to correct my oversight with a wake up call of his own. For a moment I lay awake, listening to the holy man at his devotions, and then I dozed off again. I awoke once more just before quarter past six and leapt out of bed, quietly cursing myself as I did so. A little over fifteen minutes until sunrise. I peered through the curtains at a colourful morning sky. The Muezzin must see every single sunrise Tiran Island and the Gulf of Aqaba has to offer. At least I’d prepared the camera bag in advance. Five minutes later, I was on the path down towards the beach, where I found a vantage point that I would return to for a further three sunrises later in the holiday. A table under a parasol, the ensemble completed with two plastic chairs. And a lot of mosquitoes. I should have worn my jeans. And socks. With no time to spare, and a casual disregard of the fact that I was about to become the breakfast buffet for the local insect population, I planted my dainty little mini tripod on the wall and pulled up in one of the chairs beside it. Easy pickings with more time, but for now it was a race against the clock. None of that languorous blue hour business here - the sun comes up as if it’s been catapulted over the horizon by giants, and it’s not long at all before the textures and patterns in the sky are whitewashed away in a wall of blinding light. I’d surely get it wrong before things would start to make sense.
Actually, this is the very first shot I took in Egypt. Whether it's actually of Egypt is another question though. The first formative exposure of Tiran Island, an appealing lump on the horizon, its nationality a cause for discussion as far as I could tell. I'd read some sources that told me it was under the flag of Saudi Arabia, but the local Egyptians don't see it that way. Later, a fellow traveller lounging within earshot on his poolside sunbed asked the waiter about this. “It's Egyptian,” came the reply. I decided it was best not to get involved. Whichever country it belonged to, it was a fine subject for a sunrise shoot, and thanks to the unknown Muezzin I'd just about managed to get there in time for sunrise. It brings a whole new meaning to a dawn chorus.
I have seen in times gone by
I have felt
A different shadow on the wall
A stranglehold on a certain feeling
--Ultravox
Moments unknown, lost in a crowd
Running through memories like thieves in the night
Poverty - Bristol, UK.
Ultravox - Passing Strangers:
Iconic 1980 synth-pop track by John Foxx, from his album Metamatic, known for its atmospheric sound and solo debut after leaving Ultravox.
#FujifilmXT5 and #Viltrox 13mm f1.4# : ACROS +R with extra contrast dialled in via Snapseed.
Reap The Wild Wind
Ultravox
A finger points to show a scene Take my hand, take my hand Another face where mine had been Take my hand, take my hand Another footstep where I once walked Take my hand, take it all
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I altered the colour balance of this morning shot to a cooler, simpler colour finish, that reminded me somewhat of a nocturnal image. That in turn made me think of a wolf howling at a full moon - that thought, plus the relatively simple, natural elements of this shot brought about the title for this image.
The only snag with this is that I can't get the Ultravox song of the same title out of my head! (showing my age a bit here!!!) :)))
"You can't deny you feel... The Call of the Wild..."
A single RAW image processed in Lightroom. I created the colour scheme by adjusting the temperature and tint settings, increasing the vibrancy, and decreasing the saturation until the colour looked right. I then tweaked the clarity, contrast and highlights/shadows in specific parts of the image till it looked right to me - simple as, really, but effective none the less.
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Dancing With Tears In My Eyes
Ultravox
1984
UK #3
“Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes”
One of the comments on the YouTube link says, ‘It’s 2022 and this song makes more sense now than ever.” I’m not sure if it’s just me, or if everything really does seem upside down post-pandemic.
In the UK we have a cost of living crisis, driven by huge increases in energy prices. Whilst not the nuclear meltdown that was the theme of the song, it’s certainly a situation bringing misery to many and making the already poor situation of 2019 look like halcyon days.
The freezing fog closes in on passengers at York as they make a last desperate dash in the hope of catching 1U79 20:20 Leeds-Scarborough, which was in the care of 68029 ‘Courageous’, on the bitterly cold evening of 12th December 2022.
Soundtrack // Bande-son: ULTRAVOX "'The Thin Wall"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2zG7D2DqXs
"And those who sneer will fade and die... And those who laugh will surely fall... And those who know will always feel THEIR BACKS AGAINST THE THIN WALL... The thin wall... Thin wall..."
"The second MacKenzie of Assynt, Kenneth, was persuaded by his wife to abandon the austerity and discomfort of Ardvrek in favour of a new house at nearby Calda. Begun in 1726 Calda House was THE FIRST CLASSICAL STYLE HOUSE IN THE NORTHWEST HIGHLANDS and at that time would have been very grand indeed."
Amid mounting debts, the luxury-loving Mackenzies were forced to put their grand house up for sale and a struggle for control of Assynt now ensued between the MacKenzie Earl of Seaforth and the Earl of Sutherland. In 1736 some MacKenzie supporters deliberately torched Calda House to prevent it ever being used by the Sutherlands !"
www.discoverassynt.co.uk/calda-house
"On frise ici l'ésotérique, mais de bon aloi. Géniale ! Le zoom s'impose." (VINCENT / www.flickr.com/photos/58769600@N07/)
"Waou... Que de mystères dans cette ruine si bien mise en valeur ici :-))" (FLORENCE.V / www.flickr.com/photos/flo59/)
Bande-son: ULTRAVOX ("Your Name"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dw37oKWRU1w
"I wonder what happened to my friend today... A flash back image in my vision... I REMEMBER..."
..."meet beneath the autumn lake
where only echoes penetrate
walk through polaroids of the past
features fused like shattered glass, the sun's so low
turns our silhouettes to gold
hiroshima mon amour"...
Hiroshima Mon Amour
- Ultravox
Face in the window in the night.
Caught for a second by the light.
Ashes of memories still aglow. (Only for you)
Portraits and pictures you once saw.
Visions in blue.
Read while the letters still remain.
Sip from the wine of youth again.
Oaths made in silence still return. (Only for you)
Cast like a shroud your clutching arm.
Visions in blue.
Catch aimless smiles from passers-by.
Blistered and broken in reply.
Breath seems to mist the hazy view. (Only for you)
Tears coat your lifeless eyes with dew.
Visions in blue.
Visions in blue...
(Visions in blue-Ultravox)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Lleida city (Spain).
Soundtrack // Bande-son: ULTRAVOX /MIDGE URE ("Man Of Two Worlds", Orchestrated): www.youtube.com/watch?v=5e8qWac_5tI
"Taking shelter by the standing stones... Miles from all that moves... Breathing solitude... Seeking confidence..."
Avebury is a Neolithic henge monument containing three stone circles (and the largest one in Europe), around the village of Avebury in Wiltshire. It is one of the best known prehistoric sites in Britain, and has just been nominated as Heritage Site of the Year in the BBC Countryfile Magazine awards 2014/15. The town is up against some special places, including Portmeirion village in North Wales, and Kew Palace in Surrey,
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Le site néolithique d'Avebury, situé à quelques miles de Stonehenge, est constitué de trois cercles de pierres (ou cromlech), dont l'un est le plus large d'Europe. Il est inscrit sur la,liste du patrimoine mondial de l'Unesco depuis 1986, tout comme le site plus célèbre et par trop fréquenté de Stonehenge..
"Enigmatic !!!" (PIERRE / www.flickr.com/photos/sofarsocute/ )
The colours of this atmospheric, misty early morning shot reminded me somewhat of a nocturnal image, which in turn made me think of a wolf howling at a full moon - that thought, plus the relatively simple, natural elements of this shot brought about the title for this image.
The only snag with this is that I can't get the Ultravox song of the same title out of my head! (showing my age a bit here!!!) :)))
"You can't deny you feel... The Call of the Wild..."
Invitation sur les sentiers de Belledonne , à la rencontre d’une histoire, celle des bergers, des alpages, du feu de bois, du brouillard qui monte et qui passe, des sommets qui s’éclairent au petit matin , des lacs noyés dans leur écrin minéral...
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Musique : " Astradyne " By Ultravox
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Lac de la Belle Etoile - Chaîne de Belledonne - Isère - France
Growing up through the 1970's and 1980's as I did, the music and arts scene at the time was incredible with many emerging and lasting talents coming through. One of the most influencial musical acts of the time was a band called Ultravox, fronted by Midge Ure. This picture is my way of saying thank you for the inspiration for this photograph.
Portraits and Pictures you once saw, Visions in Blue, Visions in Blue!
This photograph was captured in the town of Gourock on the West Coast of Scotland, the town is known locally as "The Tail O' The Bank" as it sits right where the River Clyde becomes the Firth of Clyde and the South bank of the Clyde tails away.
I captured this one using a long exposure (see exif data for details) with the camera mounted on a sturdy tripod and I hope you enjoy viewing this one as much as I did capturing it. I did take a couple of test shots just to make adjustments to find the best setting for the finished picture and these settings are for me the best ones I could use. Please enjoy this picture and as always feedback is most welcome.
When I was very young I never wanted to sleep and I climbed from my bed to the doorway in our caravan on the camping. I secretly watched pieces of films. My parents, who both sadly died far to early, later told me that it was a kind of public secret that I watched movies from the doorway. Certain images and parts of movies stayed with me and made an un- erasable impression on me. One of those images was from the James Bond movie ‘The Living daylights’. On tv I saw the beautiful ferry wheel of Vienna. I sad to myself I want to see this in real life. Because of tragedies and hard times it never happened till 30 years later! In 2019 I had the opportunity to make a supertrip in Europe. I visited 12 cities in 9 country’s. One of the 12 was Vienna. On Sunday 1 September 2019, I took the metro near my hotel in fairytale city Vienna to the amusement park of Prater. To get into the right mood, I listened through my earphones to the theme song from A-Ha, Vienna from Ultravox and songs that where played on the funerals of my both parents. I finally took a seat on the Ferris wheel. This Ferry wheel that I saw from the doorway at a time that my dear Dutch adoption parents were still alive. I thought back on myself as that boy with a James Bond jacket. For me this experience is more word than all the crypto coins and gold in the world.
....The music is weaving
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings,
The rhythm is calling.
Alone in the night as the daylight brings,
A cool empty silence.
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky,
It fades to the distance......
Ultravox
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One of the world's greatest rock legends and composers, Midge Ure. Lead vocalist of Ultravox and composer of Vienna, Fade To Gray and the record-breaking single, Do They Know It's Christmas, sung by Bandaid.
Disparada en playa de San Cristóbal.
Vuelven a sonar Ultravox:
"Dancing With Tears In My Eyes"
Abrazos.
Just a nother version with another song and pic added^^ :)
Ultravox - Dancing With Tears in My Eyes This song goes to this pic listen to it^^
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died
It's five and I'm driving home again
It's hard to believe that it's my last time
The man on the wireless cries again
It's over, it's over
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died
It's late and I'm with my love alone
We drink to forget the coming storm
We love to the sound of our favourite song
Over and over
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died
It's time and we're in each other's arms
It's time but I don't think we really care. . .
Pic taken at Ares Aglaia mixed with some old pictures from Chouchou (the girl) and Dead Mens Cheast (the ship) and The Atomic Bomb D.Art ;)