Eurythmics, conocido globalmente como uno de los dúos más icónicos del pop y new wave de la década de 1980, fue fundado por Annie Lennox y Dave Stewart. Ambos músicos británicos se conocieron en la década de 1970, cuando eran miembros de la banda The Tourists. Sin embargo, su verdadero impacto musical ocurrió cuando decidieron formar Eurythmics en 1980, en una época en la que la música pop estaba en constante evolución.
El nombre Eurythmics proviene de una técnica de desarrollo musical para niños, conocida como eurhythmics. Lennox estudió esta técnica en su juventud, lo que inspiró al dúo a adoptarla como nombre artístico. Este nombre refleja la armoniosa combinación de talentos que ambos aportaron al proyecto.
El primer álbum del dúo, "In the Garden" (1981), mostró una amplia gama de influencias y experimentación pero no alcanzó el éxito comercial inmediato. Sin embargo, no tardaron en encontrar su rumbo. Fue con su segundo álbum, "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)" (1983), donde lograron alcanzar reconocimiento mundial. El sencillo homónimo del álbum alcanzó el número 1 en EE. UU. y el número 2 en el Reino Unido.
I once knew a pony
Whose name was Survival
He died in the winter of a happy revolution
There were militant marches
Over his dead body
Children were crying and begging for mercy
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Two
Here we go again
We're all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
She's turning and turning, our American Sister
Hands full of arrows and paperback bibles
Like a boxing hero
She stands in the ashes
The voice of Martin Luther
Through the radio flashes
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We're all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
Oh here we go again
Black snow in the fields again
But tell me where is the friendship train?
It's been a long time coming
I once knew a pony
Name was religion
Head full of hatred and misguided morals
He was blinded from reading
Worn out and bleeding
But he'll never give in, no
Till the day he stops breathing
Devil in the kitchen and the clock strikes nine
His words are spoken in a voice sublime
Apocalypse then and misery now
Nothing you do is going to work anyhow boy
One
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We're all gonna be history
Three
HERE WE GO AGAIN
I once knew a pony
Whose name was Survival
He died in the winter of a happy revolution
There were militant marches
Over his dead body
Children were crying and begging for mercy
One
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We're all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
She's turning and turning, our American Sister
Hands full of arrows and paperback bibles
Like a boxing hero
She stands in the ashes
The voice of Martin Luther
Through the radio flashes
One
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We're all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
Oh here we go again
Black snow in the fields again
But tell me where is the friendship train?
It's been a long time coming
I once knew a pony
Name was religion
Head full of hatred and misguided morals
He was blinded from reading
Worn out and bleeding
But he'll never give in, no
Till the day he stops breathing
Devil in the kitchen and the clock strikes nine
His words are spoken in a voice sublime
Apocalypse then and misery now
Nothing you do is going to work anyhow boy
One
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We're all gonna be history
HERE WE GO AGAIN
I once knew a pony
Whose name was Survival
He died in the winter of a happy revolution
There were militant marches
Over his dead body
Children were crying and begging for mercy
One
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We're all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
She's turning and turning, our American Sister
Hands full of arrows and paperback bibles
Like a boxing hero
She stands in the ashes
The voice of Martin Luther
Through the radio flashes
One
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We're all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again
Oh here we go again
Black snow in the fields again
But tell me where is the friendship train?
It's been a long time coming
I once knew a pony
Name was religion
Head full of hatred and misguided morals
He was blinded from reading
Worn out and bleeding
But he'll never give in, no
Till the day he stops breathing
Devil in the kitchen and the clock strikes nine
His words are spoken in a voice sublime
Apocalypse then and misery now
Nothing you do is going to work anyhow boy
One
Here we go again
Two
Here we go again
We're all gonna be history
Three
Here we go again