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Looking For Someone
Autor tekstu:  Peter Gabriel
Looking for someone,
I guess I'm doing that
Trying to find a memory in a dark room.
Dirty man, you're looking like a Buddha - I know you well.

Keep on a straight line.
I don't believe I can,
Trying to find a needle in a haystack,
Chilly wind you're piercing like a dagger - It hurts me so.

Nobody needs to discover me - I'm back again
You see the sunlight through the trees, to keep you warm
In peaceful shades of green
Yet in the darkness of my mind
Damascus wasn't far behind.

Lost in a subway
I guess I'm losing time
There's a man looking at a magazine
You're such a fool, your mumbo-jumbo never tells me anything.

Nobody needs to discover me - I'm back again
You feel the ashes from the fire that keep you warm
Its comfort disappears
And still the only friend I know
Will never tell me where I go.

Looking for someone
And now I've found myself a name
Gone away - leave me - all that I have I will give
Leave me - leave me - all that I am I will give.
White Mountain
Autor tekstu:  Tony Banks
Thin hung the web like a trap in a cage,
The fox lay asleep in his lair,
Fang's frantic paws told the tale of his sin.
Far off the chase shrieked revenge.
Outcast he trespassed where no wolf my tread,
The last sacred haunt of the dead
He learnt of a truth which only one wolf may know,
The sceptre and crown of the king,
Howling for blood, One-eye leads on the pack,
Plunging through forests and snow-storm.

Steep rose the ridge, ghostly peaks climbed the sky,
Fang sped through jungles of ice.
Hard on his rail, One-eye drew from the pack
An old hero conquered by none.
Steep, far too steep, grew the pathway ahead
Descent was the only escape
A wolf never flees in the face of his foe
Fang knew the price he would pay
One-eye stood before him
With the crown upon his head
Sceptre raised to deal the deadly blow.

Fang, Son of Great Fang, the Traitor we seek,
The laws of the Brethren say this:
That only the King sees the Crown of the Gods
And he, the Usurper must die -
Snarling he tore at the throat of his foe
But Fang fought the hero in vain
Dawn saw the white mountain tinted with red
Never would the crown leave again
One-eye hid the crown and with laurels on his head
Returned amongst the tribe and dwelt in peace.
Visions Of AngelsAnthony Phillips pisał tę piosenkę z myślą o ówczesnej dziewczynie Petera Gabriela - Jill Moore
Autor tekstu:  Anthony Phillips
Standing in a forest gazing at the sun
Looking at the trees but there's not even one
See a rippling stream that smiles and then goes by
run to feel its comfort but the water's dry.

I see her face and run to take her hand
Why she's never there I just don't understand
The trumpets sound my whole world crumbles down

Visions of angels all around
dance in the sky
Leaving me here
forever goodbye.

As the leaves will crumble so will fall my love
for the fragile beauty of our lives must fade
Though I once remember echoes of my youth
now I sense no past, no love that ends in love

Take this dream the stars have filled with light
As the blossom glides like snowflakes from the trees
In vengeance to a god no-one can reach.

Visions of angels all around
dance in the sky
Leaving me here
forever goodbye.

Ice is moving and world's begun to freeze
see the sunlight stopped and deadened by the breeze
Minds are empty bodies more insensitive
some believe that when they die they really live

I believe there never is an end
God gave up this world its people long ago
Why she's never there I still don't understand

Visions of angels all around
dance in the sky
Leaving me here
Forever goodbye. etc.
Autor tekstu:  Peter Gabriel
To Thomas S. Eiselberg, a very rich man, who was wise enough to spend all his fortunes in burying himself many miles beneath the ground. As the only surviving member of the human race, he inherited the whole world.

Here today the red sky tells his tale,
but only listening eyes are mine
There is peace amongst the hills,
and the night will cover all my pride.
Blessed are they who smile from bodies free,
seems to me like any other crowd
who are waiting to be saved.

Wait, there is still time for washing in the pool,
wash away the past.
Moon, my long-lost friend is smiling from above,
smiling at my tears.
Come we'll walk the path to take us to my home
keep outside the night.
The ice-cold knife has come to decorate the dead,

And each will find a home,
And there will still be time,
for love in my friend
- You are there -
And will I wait for ever, beside the silent mirror
And fish for bitter minnows amongst the weeds and slimy

I said I want to sit down.
I said I want to sit down.
I want a drink. - I want a drink,
To take all the dust and the dirt from my throat.
I want a drink. - I want a drink.
To wash out the filth that is deep in my guts.
I want a drink.

Autor tekstu:  Anthony Phillips
See my hand is moving
touching all that's real
And once it stroked love's body
now it claws the past.

The scent of a flower,
The colours of the morning,
Friends to believe in,
Tears soon forgotten,
See how the rain drives away, another day.

If a leaf is fallen
does the tree lie broken?
And if we draw some water
does the well run dry?

The sigh of a mother,
The screaming of lovers,
Like two angry tigers,
They tear at each other,
See how for him lifetime's fears disappear.

Once Jesus suffered,
Heaven could not see him.
Now my ship is sinking,
The captain stands alone.

A pawn on the chessboard,
A false move by God will now destroy me,
But wait, on the horizon,
A new dawn seems to be rising,
Never to recall the passerby, born to die.
The Knife
Autor tekstu:  Peter Gabriel
For those that trespass against us.

Tell me my life is about to begin.
Tell me that I'm a hero.
Promise me all of our violent dreams.
Light up your body with anger.

Now, in this ugly world,
it is time to destroy this evil.
Now, when I give the world,
are you ready to fight for your freedom?


Stand up and fight, for you know we are right.
We must strike at the lies, that have spread like disease
through our minds.
Soon we'll have power, every soldier will rest,
And we'll spread out our kindness to all who our love
now deserve

Some of you are going to die,
martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide.

I'll give you the names of those you must kill,
All must die with their children.
Carry their heads to the palace of old.
Hang them, hang them, let the blood flow.

Now, in this ugly world, breaking the chains around us.
Now, the crusade has begun, give us a land
fit for heroes.


Stand up and fight for you know we are right, etc.

We are only wanting freedom?....


Some of you are going to die,
martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide.
Anthony Phillips pisał tę piosenkę z myślą o ówczesnej dziewczynie Petera Gabriela - Jill Moore
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