Skupina ze západního Berlína, založena v r. 1982 (Gold nar. 1958, Lloyd nar. 1960). Původně experimentovali s jevištním projevem, od r. 1984 se přiklonili k bezproblémovému popu. Už v roce 1985 střídá Franka Mertense na klávesách Rick Echolette...

Píseň: All In The Golden Afternoon

Interpret:
Alphaville
Album:
Prostitute
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill
By little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide
Ah, cruel three!
In such an hour beneath such dreamy wheather
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather
And what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together


Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they persue
The dream child moving through a land of wonders
Wild and new
In friendly chat with bird or beast
And half believe it true
And ever as the story drained
The walls of fancy dry and faintly strove
That weary one to put the subject by the next time
It is next time the happy voices cry
Thus grew the tale of wonderland
Thus slowly one by one
It's quaint events were hammered out
And now the tale is done and home we steer
A merry crew
Beneath the setting sun