After the Fire
After The Fire were formed in the UK in 1972 by keyboard player Peter Banks, Andy Piercy (guitar, bass), Ivor Twidell (drums) and John Russell (guitar). The market was responsive to UK adult-orientated rock during the early 70s but the band's mixture of "pomp Christian pop" was slow to break through. They eventually secured a contract following the release of their debut album on their own label. CBS Records invested in them and they were rewarded with a UK Top 40 hit, "One Rule For You", in 1979. The accompanying album, although polished, sold only to the converted. The band's subsequent recordings were minor hits until the unexpected major success of "Der Kommissar". Originally recorded by Falco in his native Germany, After The Fire's version went on to sell over a million copies worldwide, and made the US Top 5. However, by the time it charted, the group had already broken up, frustrated by record company indecision and the Christian ethos that "made things worse, as we couldn't have a good old swearing and slanging match." Banks built his own studio before becoming managing director of Maldon Computer Company, a software and networking enterprise. Twidell released three Christian rock solo albums, Waiting For The Sun (1981), Secret Service (1981) and Duel (1983), after leaving the group following the debut album. He then became a member of the Bedfordshire police force. Russell was last sighted working in a hi-fi shop. Piercy retained the rights to the name, although it was now abbreviated to ATF. Still a practising Christian, after submitting an unreleased solo album for CBS he went on to do production work for the Truth, T'Pau (when they were known as Talking America) and Gary Numan. (Source : VH1)
Rich Boys
Don’t want to go where the rich boys meet
Don’t want to play where the playboys play
Don’t want to live in a penthouse suite
Talk like “je suis enchante dear”
Don’t want to play those games of luxury
It’s not my style, it’s not my style
Don’t want to live on caviar
Don’t want to be in the gossip pages
Don’t want to ride in a big black car
Don’t want to chase in the fashion crazes
It’s not my style, it’s not my style
Don’t want to dance with the disco queens
Live the life of a night machine
Go places that I should be seen around, oooh
Don’t want to live in the cocktail bars
Talking to the young hussars
Showing me clips from their VTR’s
Telling me why they should be stars
Don’t want to go where the poseurs pose
Don’t want to be where they congregate
Don’t want to shove stuff up my nose
Don’t want a private number plate
Don’t want to play those games of luxury
It’s not my style, it’s not my style
Don’t want to go where the rich boys meet
Don’t want to live on easy street
Don’t want to play where the playboys play
Over the hills and far away
Don’t want to live on caviar
Don’t want to ride in a big black car
Don’t want to go where the rich boys meet
Don’t want to go where the rich boys meet
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