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| Genesis Archive #1 1967-1975 | | | | The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Early morning Manhattan, Ocean winds blow on the land. The Movie-Palace is now undone, The all-night watchmen have had their fun. Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show, It's the same old ending - time to go. Get out! It seems they cannot leave their dream. There's something moving in the sidewalk steam, And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Nightime's flyers feel their pains. Drugstore takes down the chains. Metal motion comes in bursts, But the gas station can quench that thirst. Suspension cracked on unmade road The trucker's eyes read "Overload" And out on the subway, Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid Exits into daylight, spraygun hid, And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
The lamb seems right out of place, Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face. Somehow it's lying there, Brings a stillness to the air. Though man-made light, at night is very bright, There's no whitewash victim, As the neons dim, to the coat of white. Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid, Wipes his gun - he's forgotten what he did, And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Suzanne tired her work all done, Thinks money - honey - be on - neon. Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn And the sawdust king spits out his scorn. Wonder women you can draw your blind! Don't look at me! I'm not your kind. I'm Rael! Something inside me has just begun, Lord knows what I have done, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. On Broadway - They say the lights are always bright on Broadway. They say there's always magic in the air.
| | | | Fly On A Windshield | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | There's something solid forming in the air, The wall of death is lowered in Times Square. No-one seems to care, They carry on as if nothing was there. The wind is blowing harder now, Blowing dust into my eyes. The dust settles on my skin, Making a crust I cannot move in And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.
| | | | Broadway Melody Of 1974 | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | Echoes of the Broadway Everglades, With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades; Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand. Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand. Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing. Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing. Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food and the band plays 'In the Mood' The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, there's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almonde. Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, He knows in a scent, you can bottle all you made. There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes, smiling at the majorettes smoking Winston Cigarettes. And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home with needles; needles and pins.
| | | | Cuckoo Cocoon | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | Wrapped up in some powdered wool - I guess I'm losing touch. Don't tell me this is dying, 'cos I ain't changed that much. The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am, Some kind of jam? Cuckoo Cocoon have I come too, too soon for you?
There's nothing I can recognize; this is nowhere that I've known. With no sign of life at all, I guess that I'm alone, And I feel so secure that I know this can't be real but I feel good. Cuckoo cocoon have I come too, too soon for you?
I wonder if I'm a prisoner locked up in some Brooklyn jail - or some sort of Jonah shut up inside the whale. No - I'm still Rael and I'm stuck in some kind of cave, what could have saved me? Cuckoo cocoon have I come too, too soon for you?
| | | | In The Cage | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | I got sunshine in my stomach Like I just rocked my baby to sleep. I got sunshine in my stomach But I can't keep me from creeping sleep, Sleep, deep in the deep.
Rockface moves to press my skin White liquids turn sour within Turn fast - turn sour Turn sweat - turn sour. Must tell myself that I'm not here. I'm drowning in a liquid fear. Bottled in a strong compression, My distortion shows obsession In the cave. Get me out of this cave!
If I keep self-control, I'll be safe in my soul. And the childhood belief Brings a moment's relief, But my cynic soon returns And the lifeboat burns. My spirit just never learns.
Stalactites, stalagmites Shut me in, lock me tight. Lips are dry, throat is dry. Feel like burning, stomach churning, I'm dressed up in a white costume Padding out left-over room. Body stretching, feel the wretching In the cage Get me out of the cage!
In the glare of a light, I see a strange kind of sight; Of cages joined to form a star Each person can't go very far; All tied to their things They are netted by their strings, Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.
Outside the cage I see my Brother John, He turns his head so slowly round. I cry out "help!" before he can be gone, And he looks at me without a sound. And I shout "John please help me!" But he does not even want to try to speak. I'm helpless in my violent rage And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek, And I watch him turn again and leave the cage. My little runaway.
In a trap, feel a strap Holding still, Pinned for kill. Chances narrow that I'll make it, In the cushioned straitjacket. Just like 22nd St, And they got me by my neck and feet. Pressures building, can't take more. My headaches charged. Earaches roar. In this pain Get me out of this pain.
If I could change to liquid, I could fill the cracks up in the rock. But I know that I am solid And I am my own bad luck. Outside John disappears and my cage dissolves, and without any reason my body revolves.
Keep on turning, Keep on turning, Turning around, spinning around. Down, down, down...
| | | | The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | "It's the last great adventure left to mankind" - Screams a drooping lady offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices, and as the notes and coins are taken out I'm taken in, to the factory floor.
For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - All ready to use the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - just need a fuse.
Got people stocked in every shade, You must be doing well with trade. Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality. That evens out their personality. With profit potential marked by a sign, I can recognize some of the production line, No bite at all in labour bondage, Just wrinkled wrappers on human bandage.
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - All ready to use It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - just need a fuse.
The hall runs like clockwork Their hands mark out the time, Empty in their fullness Like a frozen pantomime. Everyone's a sales representative Wearing slogans in their shrine. Dishing out failsafe superlative, Brother John is No. 9.
For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - All ready to use It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging -just need a fuse.
And the decor on the ceiling planned out their future day I see no sign of freewill, so I guess I'll have to pay, pay my way, for the Grand Parade. Grand Parade. Oh, the Grand Parade Yes, the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - All ready to use The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - just need a fuse. Grand Parade. Grand Parade...
| | | | Back In N.Y.C. | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | I see faces and traces of home back in New York City - So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard? Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood. They call me the trail blazer - Rael - electric razor. I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain 'cos we're only as strong, yes we're only as strong as the weakest link in the chain. Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen, I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean.
You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit. But I know it's me that's hittin' out and I'm, Im, not full of shit. I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong. This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong. When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline, You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been.
As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair, Time to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! Off we go.
You're sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real, You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel. Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash, But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash. And I've tasted all the strongest meats, And laid them down in coloured sheets. Who needs illusion of love and affection When you're out walking the streets with your mainline connection? Connection.
As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair. Time to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! ...No time.
| | | | Counting Out Time | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | I'm counting out time, Got the whole thing down by numbers. All those numbers! Give my guidance! O Lord I need that now.
The day of judgement's come, And you can bet that I've been resting, for this testing, Digesting every word the experts say. Erogenous zones I love you. Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Found a girl I wanted to date, Thought I'd better get it straight. Went to buy a book before it's too late. Don't leave nothing to fate. I've studied every line, every page in the book, But now I've got the real thing here, I'm gonna take a look, take a look.
This is Rael!
I'm counting out time, hoping it goes like I planned it, 'cos I understand it. Look! I've found the hotspots, Figures 1-9. - still counting out time, I've got my finger on the button, "Don't say nuthin' - just lie there still now And I'll get you turned on just fine." Erongenous zones I love you. Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Touch and go with 1-6. Bit of trouble in zone No. 7. Gotta remember all of my tricks. There's heaven ahead in No. 11! Getting crucial responses with dilation of the pupils. "Honey get hip! It's time to unzip, to unzip, zip-a-zip, zip-a-zip. Whipee!" - Move over Casanova -
I'm counting out time, reaction none too happy, Please don't slap me, I'm a red-blooded male and the book said I could not fail. I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress, I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away. Erongenous zones I question you - Without you, what would a poor boy do? Without you, what would a poor boy do? Without you, mankind handkinds thru' the blues.
| | | | The Carpet Crawlers | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | There is lambswool under my naked feet. The wool is soft and warm, - gives off some kind of heat. A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed. Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid. The fleas cling to the golden fleece, Hoping they'll find peace. Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid. There's no hiding in memory. There's no room to avoid.
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor. For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before. They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door, Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor. The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out."
There's only one direction in the faces that I see; It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be. Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree. They are pulled up by the magnet, believing that they're free. The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out."
Mild-mannered supermen are held in kryptonite, And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright. Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlight; It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight. The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out."
The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack. The eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack. The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack, And the tickler takes his stickleback. The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out..."
| | | | The Chamber Of 32 Doors | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | At the top of the stairs, theres hundreds of people, running around to all the doors. They try to find themselves an audience; their deductions need applause.
The rich man stands in front of me, The poor man behind my back. They believe they can control the game, but the juggler holds another pack.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman, You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can, He'll smile through his guard, Survival trains hard. I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands, He looks at you once, you know he understands, Don't need any shield, When you're out in the field.
But down here, I'm so alone with my fear, With everything that I hear. And every single door, that I've walked through Brings me back, back here again, I've got to find my own way.
The priest and the magician, Singing all the chants that they have ever heard; And they're all calling out my name, Even academics, searching printed word.
My father to the left of me, My mother to the right, Like everyone else they'er pointing, But nowhere feels quite right.
And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found, There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound. If I chose a side, He won't take me for a ride.
Back inside This chamber of so many doors; I've nowhere, nowhere to hide. I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me, Find a door That doesn't lead me back again - take me away.
| | | | Lilywhite Lilith | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | The chamber was in confusion - all the voices shouting loud. I could only just hear, a voice quite near say, "Please help me through the crowd" I Said if I helped her thru' she could help me too, but I could see that she was wholly blind. But from her pale face and her pale skin, a moonlight shined.
Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night. Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna lead you right.
When I'd led her through the people, the angry noise began to grow. She said "Let me feel the way the breezes blow, and I'll show you where to go." So I followed her into a big round cave, she said "They're coming for you, now don't be afraid." Then she sat me down on a cold stone throne, carved in jade.
Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night. Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna lead you right.
She leaves me in my darkness, I have to face, face my fear, And the darkness closes in on me, I can hear a whirring sound growlng near. I can see the corner of the tunnel, Lit up by whatever's coming here. Two golden globes float into the room And a blaze of white light fills the air.
| | | | Anyway | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | All the pumping's nearly over for my sweetheart, This is the one for me, Time to meet the chef, O boy! running man is out of death. Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath. it's back to ash, "now, you've had your flash boy" The rocks, in time, compress your blood to oil, your flesh to coal, enrich the soil, not everybody's goal.
Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse, But I'm sure I hear a train. O boy! I don't even feel no pain - I guess I must be driving myself insane. Damn it all! Does earth plug a hole in heaven, Or heaven plug a hole in the earth - "how wonderful to be so profound, when everything you are is dying underground."
I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow. I could have been exploding in space Different orbits for my bones Not me, just quietly buried in stones, Keep the deadline open with my maker! See me stretch; for God's elastic acre The door bell rings and it's "Good morning Rael So sorry you had to wait. It won't be long, yeah! She's very rarely late."
| | | | Here Comes The Supernatural Anaesthetist | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | Here comes the supernatural anaesthetist. If he wants you to snuff it, All he has to do is puff it - he's such a fine dancer.
| | | | The Lamia | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | The scent grows richer, he knows he must be here, He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier. Each step he takes, the perfumes change From familiar fragrance to flavours strange. A magnificent chamber meets his eye.
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist. Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed.
Thinking he is quite alone, He enters the room, as if it were his own, But ripples on the sweet pink water Reveal some company unthought of -
Rael stands astonished doubting his sight, Struck by beauty, gripped in fright; Three vermilion snakes of female face, The smallest motion, filled with grace. Muted melodies fill the echoing hall, But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call: "Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool. We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool."
Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind, He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind. "With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine. They move in a series of caresses That glide up and down my spine.
As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain, Only a magic that a name would stain. With the first drop of my blood in their veins Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains. The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael'."
Each empty snakelike body floats, Silent sorrow in empty boats. A sickly sourness fills the room, The bitter harvest of a dying bloom. Looking for motion I know I will not find, I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined "Oh Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food" It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.
Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue, The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.
| | | | The Colony Of Slippermen | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | THE ARRIVAL.
Rael:
I wandered lonely as a cloud, Till I came upon this dirty street. I've never seen a stranger crowd; Slubberdegullions on a squeaky feet,
Continually pacing, With nonchalant embracing, Each orifice disgracing And one facing me moves to say "hellay".
Your skin's all covered in slimy lumps. With lips that slide across each chin. His twisted limbs like rubber stumps Are waved in welcome say 'Please join in.'
My grip must be flipping, Cos his handshake keeps slipping, My hopes keep on dipping And his lips keep on smiling all the time.
Slipperman:
"We like you, have tasted love. Don't be alarmed at what you see, You yourself are just the same As what you see in me."
Rael:
Me, like you? like that!
Slipperman:
"You better watch it son, your sentence has only just begun You better run and join your brother John."
A VISIT TO THE DOKTOR.
Slipperman:
"You're in the colony of slippermen. There's no who? why? what? or when?
You get out if you've got the gripe To see, Doktor Dyper, reformed sniper - he'll whip off your windscreenwiper
Rael:
John and I are able To face the Doktor and his marble table.
The Doktor:
Understand Rael, that's the end of your tail.
Rael:
"Don't delay, dock the dick!" I watch his countdown timer tick......
THE RAVEN.
He places the number into a tube, A yellow plastic "shoobedoobe". It says: "Though your fingers may tickle You'll be safe in our pickle." Suddenly, black cloud comes down from the sky. It's a supersize black bird that sure can fly.
The raven brings on darkness and night He flies right down, gives me one hell of a fright. He takes the tube right out of my hands Man, I've got to find out where that black bird lands.
"Look here John, I've got to run I need you now, you're going to come?" He says to me.
John:
"Now can't you see Where the raven flies there's jeopardy.
We've been cured on the couch Now you're sick with your grouch. I'll not risk my honey pouch Which my slouch will wear slung very low."
Rael:
He walks away and leaves me once again. Even though I never learn, I'd hoped he'd show just some concern.
I'm in the agony of Slipperpain I pray my undercarriage will sustain.
The chase is on, the pace is hot But I'm running so very hard with everything I've got. He leads me down an underpass Though it narrows, he still flies very fast, When the tunnel stops Catch sight of the tube, just as it drops. I'm on top of a bank, too steep to climb, I see it hit the water, just in time, to watch it float away...
| | | | The Light Dies Down On Broadway | | | | Autorzy tekstu: Tony Banks, Mike Rutherford | | | | As he walks along the gorge's edge, He meets a sense of yesteryear. A window in the bank above his head Reveals his home amidst the streets.
Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint The smell of acid on his gun of paint. As he carves out anger in a blood-red band, Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand; - My home. Is this the way out from the endless scene? Or just an entrance to another dream?
And the light dies down on Broadway.
But as the skylight beckons him to leave, He hears a scream from far below. Within the raging water, writhes the form Of brother John, he cries for help.
The gate is fading now, but open wide, But John is drowning, I must decide Between the freedom I had in the rat-race, Or to stay forever in this forsaken place; Hey John! He makes for the river and the gate is gone, Back to the void where it came from.
And the light dies down on Broadway.
| | | | Riding The Scree | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | Struggling down the slope, There's not much hope. I begin to try to ride the scree, but the rocks are tumbling all around me.
If I want John alive, I've got to ditch my fear - take a dive, While I've still got my drive to survive.
Evel Knievel, you got nothing on me. Here I go!
| | | | In The Rapids | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | Moving down the water John is drifting out of sight, It's only at the turning point That you find out how to fight.
In the cold, feel the cold all around And the rush of crashing water Surrounds me with its sound.
Striking out to reach you, I can't get through to the other side. When you're racing in the rapids There's only one way, that's to ride.
Taken down, taken down by the undertow And I'm spiralled down the river bed, My fire is burning low.
Catching hold of a rock that's firm, I'm waiting for John to be carried past. We hold together, hold together And shoot the rapids fast.
And when the waters slow down The dark and the deep have no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one left to keep. Hang on John! We're out of this at last. Something's changed, that's not your face. It's mine! It's mine!
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| | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | I will now receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine Just a drink to take my sorrow Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow Just a drink to make me feel like a man again Now I'm down
When I walk outside, there is nowhere Children follow me, with their laughter - so cold... Casting just a glance at the churchyard Casting just a glance, at my painted female friend.
Now I'm on my way, I am falling Got to find some 'elp, ooh I will need that now
So I will receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine Just a drink to take my sorrow Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow Just a drink to make me feel like a man again Now I'm down...
I will now receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine Just a drink to take my sorrow Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow, now...
| | | | Dancing With The Moonlit Knight | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | "Can you tell me where my country lies?" said the unifaun to his true love's eyes. "It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe - for her merchandise, he traded in his prize.
"Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd.
"Old man dies!" The note he left was signed 'Old Father Thames'
- it seems he's drowned;
selling england by the pound.
Citizens of Hope & Glory,
Time goes by - it's "the time of your life".
Easy now, sit you down.
Chewing through your Wimpey dreams,
they eat without a sound;
digesting england by the pound.
Young man says "you are what you eat" - eat well. Old man says "you are what you wear" - wear well. You know what you are, you don't give a damn; bursting your belt that is your homemade sham.
The Captain leads his dance right on through the night
- join the dance...
Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould.
Follow on! Till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight,
Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout.
There's a fat old lady outside the saloon;
laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune.
The deck is uneven right from the start;
and all of their hands are playing apart.
The Captain leads his dance right on through the night - join the dance... Follow on! A Round Table-talking down we go. You're the show! Off we go with - You play the hobbyhorse,
I'll play the fool.
We'll tease the bull
ringing round & loud, loud & round.
Follow on! With a twist of the world we go. Follow on! Till the gold is cold. Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout.
| | | | Firth Of Fifth | | | | Autorzy tekstu: Tony Banks, Mike Rutherford | | | | The path is clear Though no eyes can see The course laid down long before. And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside their pen, Though many times they've seen the way to leave.
He rides majestic Past homes of men Who care not or gaze with joy, To see reflected there The trees, the sky, the lily fair, The scene of death is lying just below.
The mountain cuts off the town from view, Like a cancer growth is removed by skill. Let it be revealed. A waterfall, his madrigal. An inland sea, his symphony.
Undinal songs Urge the sailors on Till lured by sirens' cry.
Now as the river dissolves in sea, So Neptune has claimed another soul. And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside their pen, Until the Shepherd leads his flock away.
The sands of time were eroded by The river of constant change.
| | | | More Fool Me | | | | Here am I Who while away the mornings Since you've gone Too long have I lay alone Not knowing which way to turn.
And there you are Quite sure that you were right Knowing full well That I'd be the first one
To go down.
And you'd be the one who was laughing Except when things weren't going your way And then the lady would say that she'd had enough Wandering around on her own.
The day you left Well I think you knew you'd not be back Well at least it would seem that way Because you never said goodbye. But when it comes round to you and me I'm sure it will work out alright.
And you'd be the one who was laughing And giving me something I don't need And you know, I'd always hold you and keep you warm Oh! more fool me.
Ah, but when it comes Round to you and me I ask myself Do I really believe In your love.
Yes, I'm sure it will work out alright.
| | | | Supper's Ready | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | I. Lover's Leap
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off. Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes. As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time, I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right. ...And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby don't you know our love is true.
Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies. Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright, Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly. The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand. ...And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you.
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true.
I've been so far from here, Far from your warm arms. It's good to feel you again, It's been a long long time. Hasn't it?
II. The Guaranteed Eternal Sanctuary Man
I know a farmer who looks after the farm. With water clear, he cares for all his harvest. I know a fireman who looks after the fire.
You, can't you see he's fooled you all. Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all.
Share his peace,
Sign the lease. He's a supersonic scientist, He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man. Look, look into my mouth he cries, And all the children lost down many paths, I bet my life you'll walk inside
Hand in hand,
gland in gland With a spoonful of miracle, He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary.
We will rock you, rock you little snake,
We will keep you snug and warm.
III. Ikhnaton And Itsacon And Their Band Of Merry Men
Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest, We walked across the fields to see the children of the West, But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors standing still below the ground,
Waiting for battle.
The fight's begun, they've been released. Killing foe for peace...bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang... And they're giving me a wonderful potion, 'Cos I cannot contain my emotion. And even though I'm feeling good, Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule.
Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate. The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord.
IV. How Dare I Be So Beautiful?
Wandering through the chaos the battle has left, We climb up a mountain of human flesh, To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life. A young figure sits still by a pool, He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool.
(He is you) Social Security took care of this lad. We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
A flower?
V. Willow Farm
If you go down to Willow Farm, to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies, like the fox on the rocks, and the musical box. Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad, and everyone's happy to be here.
There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag, he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag. The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an egg, the egg was a bird. (Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)
Hadn't you heard? (They're going to change you into a human being!) Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese, and wonderfully clean in the morning.
We've got everything, we're growing everything,
We've got some in
We've got some out We've got some wild things floating about Everyone, we're changing everyone,
you name them all,
We've had them here, And the real stars are still to appear.
ALL CHANGE!
Feel your body melt; Mum to mud to mad to dad Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,
You're all full of ball.
Dad to dam to dum to mum Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing,
You're all full of ball.
Let me hear you lies, we're living this up to the eyes. Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa Momma I want you now.
And as you listen to my voice To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause. You've been here all the time, Like it or not, like what you got, You're under the soil (the soil, the soil), Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil, the soil!). So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang and all of us fit in our places.
VI. Apocalypse In 9/8 (Co-Starring The Delicious Talents Of Gabble Ratchet)
With the guards of Magog, swarming around, The Pied Piper takes his children underground. Dragons coming out of the sea, Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me. He brings down the fire from the skies, You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes. Better not compromise.
It won't be easy.
666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone, And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll, Gonna blow right down inside your soul. Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon, In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue, Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true, I've been so far from here, Far from your loving arms, Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.
VII. As Sure As Eggs Is Eggs (Aching Man'S Feet)
Can't you feel our souls ignite Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading night, Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows We have finally been freed to get back home.
There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a loud voice, "This is the supper of the mighty one", Lord of Lords, King of Kings, Has returned to lead his children home, To take them to the new Jerusalem.
| | | | I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe) | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | Lyrics based on the Cover Painting
It's one o'clock and time for lunch, When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench I can always hear them talk.
There's always been Ethel:
"Jacob, wake up! You've got to tidy your room now." And then Mister Lewis:
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own?" Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds - cuckoo to you!
Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know;
getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said:
"Listen son, you're wasting your time; there's a future for you
in the fire escape trade. Come up to town!" But I remebered a voice from the past;
"Gambling only pays when you're winning" - I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure.
Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know;
getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can always hear them talk. Me, I'm just a lawnmower - you can tell me by the way I walk.
| | | | Stagnation | | | | 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, somehow.
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 water.
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.
THEN LET US DRINK. THEN LET US SMILE. THEN LET US GO.
| | | | Twilight Alehouse | | | | Is it really true what they're saying Are you really sure there's nobody come for me When I'm walking home there is no-one Once there was a house, full of laughter - so warm Trying to pretend there is someone Someone who will care when I need it
I will now receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine Just a drink to take my sorrow Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow Just a drink to make me feel like a man again Now I'm down
When I walk outside, there is nowhere Children follow me, with their laughter - so cold... Casting just a glance at the churchyard Casting just a glance, at my painted female friend.
Now I'm on my way, I am falling Got to find some 'elp, ooh I will need that now
So I will receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine Just a drink to take my sorrow Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow Just a drink to make me feel like a man again Now I'm down...
I will now receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine Just a drink to take my sorrow Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow, now...
| | | | Happy The Man | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | Happy the man - he lives a simple life He doesn't have much - it doesn't worry him Where you go - where? Yeah, yeah, yeah, nowhere
Like a nun with a gun - I'm wonderful fun Laughing all through - just watching you Seems a very stupid game... But I don't care
Happy the man - he doesn't buzz around Nothing he wants - any more than anything Where you go - where? Yeah, yeah, yeah, nowhere
Like a fool in the pool - I'm incredibly cool With a grin on my chin - I'm certain to win Someone says he's Jesus Christ - but I don't care
He is a good man...
| | | | In The Wilderness | | | | Leaving all the world to play they disappear And the leaves have gathered dust to run like deer Tearing pieces from our lives to feed the dawn Mist surrounds the seagulls christened by the storm
Music, all I hear is music - guaranteed to please
And I look for something else
Rain drops pouring down the rooftops
Flowing in the drains
As the people run their lives
As their lives are run by time
Fighting enemies with weapons made to kill Death is easy as a substitute for pride Victors join together, happy in their bed Leaving cold outside the children of the dead
Music, all I hear is music - guaranteed to please
And I look for something else
Rain drops pouring down the rooftops
Flowing in the drains
As the people run their lives
As their lives are run by time...
| | | | The Shepherd | | | | Autor tekstu: Tony Banks | | | | Rise up! Take your lyre and sing Listen! To the news I bring
Frosty breath on the window See a friend in the snow that gently falls Feel the truth in those sad eyes See the smile that's so rare Just like the love She waits for...
And she plays a game of her own As she sleeps within the firelight For her dreams are incredibly wild But they're lost and gone forever, with the dawn
Fair and friend of the fleece spoke Warrior bold, shepherd wise, fair prince of peace Someone waits in the doorway On a white horse he comes and holds out the hand She waits for...
So they ride through a valley of mist To a castle in the heavens Where he lays her down to rest But he's lost and gone forever, with the dawn
See her writhe in her dream, then...
Mermaids sing in the sunset Sadly asking if beauty ever walks free But Queen Frost only whispers Maidens you will remain, to be free
See her writhe in her dreams...
Lord of the seven sons! Keeper of the keys of time! (Hear me)
| | | | Pacidy | | | | Pacidy, my love Glowing ember of evening Your eyes are frozen with guilt I read my fate on your cheeks The smoldering coals of a passion Once a meadow of hope
Days of minstrels and bright steeds Autumn nights and silk sheets Your tender battle shadow on me Scented lavender kiss-es, soft and warm The union of strength in a love against life Love against life
Pacidy, my love Your touch, so limp, was once frenzied Your argon lips were once sweet A life has slipped through my hands My spirits sift in a stale sigh Did love exist as a dream?
Mother fawn of a pine wood Shepherdess of my grief Veils a freedom not for me Far beyond the steep ridge, where blizzards Blast the spirit of man, the frailest of beasts Frailest of beasts
Where blizzards Blast the spirit of man, the frailest of beasts Frailest of beasts
Where blizzards Blast the spirit of man, the frailest of beasts Frailest of beasts
| | | | Let Us Now Make Love | | | | Autor tekstu: Anthony Phillips | | | | Please, I beg you hear this humble voice Please, pale orchid flower, music of my soul Alone, upon the windswept way Descends the nightingale She swoops to soothe my aching brow Let us now make love
Please, I beg you hear this humble voice Please, my emerald goddess, wash away the wounds Alone, the pilgrim thirsts and falls The Queen runs to his call She stoops to soothe his aching brow Let us now make love
Make love, make love Let us, let us, let us make love (love, love) Love, sweet heavenly love (love, love) I promise you life will be good (love, love) If you just stand down and try (love, love) To be one with, so feel pride
Let us make love till the end of time Now and forever
Please, I beg you hear this humble voice Please, dear oyster shell reveal your hidden pearl Alone, the deaf, the sick, the blind Turn grimly for the knife The prophet stoops to soothe their brow Let us now make love
Make love, make love Let us, let us, let us make love (love, love) Sweet heavenly love (love, love) I promise you life will be good (love, love) If you just stand down and try (love, love) To be one with, so feel pride
Let us make love till the end of time Now and forever
Please, I beg you hear this humble voice Come, let's walk the windy roads to find the truth Revealed, each part has now been played Your beauty will not fade So cling to me, fulfill your vow Let us now make love
(Love, love) Sweet heavenly love (love, love) I promise you life will be good (love, love) If you just stand down and try (love, love) To be one with, so feel pride
Let us make love till the end of time Now and forever Let us now make love Till the end of time
| | | | Dusk | | | | 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.
| | | | Image Blown Out | | | | People moving about the town upside down, you know why Little bits of coloured glass in the sky Children pushing Mummy down to the park, in a pram Look out the pavement's changing to jam
See them running Now where are they going to To follow them, leads you nowhere Shout to them quickly but no one can hear you All they can do is to stare
Your bowler hats are turning green Your city suits are coloured cream You, you who changed my life You made it misery, sadness reins alone Wonder why you do this, to me When I've tried so hard for you
People talking to the man who's digging a hole, in his mind He's no need to worry, he's deaf and blind See the dustman doing his round in a Rolls made of glass He's gained everything because he's got class
Friends are leaving me when I did everything Just as they used to behave Trying to copy them, losing my real self Floating away in a cloud
Your minds have blown you out of step The rules you taught you never kept You, you who changed my life You made it misery, sadness reins alone Wonder why you do this, to me When I've tried so hard for you
| | | | One Day | | | | Don't get me wrong I think I'm in love But the feeling in the word is more Than your crystal eyes will ever see in me Don't get me wrong Open your eyes Although I cannot show my heart I'll watch and hope while you are near to me
One day I'll capture you
And call you to my side
One day I'll take you from
The boredom of our lives
One day we'll fly away
To the kingdom of my dreams
One day I'll find myself
And wrap it in my love for you
Birds of the sky, may I borrow your wings? Very soon I'll ask my love To travel with me to the world outside Cherry trees, may I borrow your bloom? Very soon I'll ask my love To come inside the nest I'll build alone
One day I'll capture you
And call you to my side
One day I'll take you from
The boredom of our lives
One day we'll fly away
To the kingdom of my dreams
One day I'll find myself
And wrap it in my love for you
Animal friends Help me decide When should I ask my love to leave? I'll beg of you that she'll say yes to me Breathe in deep Now is the time She looks at me and gently smiles As if she knew I'd ask her all the time
One day I'll capture you
And call you to my side
One day I'll take you from
The boredom of our lives
One day we'll fly away
To the kingdom of my dreams
One day I'll find myself
And wrap it in my love for you
| | | | Where The Sour Turns To Sweet | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | | We're waiting for you
Come and join us now
We need you with us
Come and join us now
Look inside your mind See the darkness is creeping out I can see in the softness there Where the sunshine is gliding in Fill your mind with love Find the world of future glory
You can meet yourself Where the sour turns to sweet Leave your ugly selfish shell To melt in the glowing flames Can you sense the change? See your eyes, now listen
We're waiting for you
Come and join us now
We want you with us
Come and join us now
Paint your face all white To show the peace inside Drift away while the saffron burns To the land where the rainbow ends Can you sense the change? See your eyes in focus
We're waiting for you
Come and join us now
We need you with us
Come and join us now
We're waiting for you
Come and join us now
We need you with us
Come and join us now
We want you with us
Come and join us now
We need you with us
Come and join us now
| | | | In The Beginning | | | | Ocean of motion Squirming around and up and down Pushing together Scattering mountains all around you
That is the sound of a new born world And the light from a curious sky It has begun You're in the hands of destiny
Thrashing with violence Hurling its lava up and down Furnace of frenzy Burning with power uncontrolled
That is the sound of a new born world And the light from a curious sky It has begun You're in the hands of destiny
Is that the chariot with stallions gold?
Is that a prince of heaven on the ground?
Is that the roar of a thundercrash?
This is my world and it's waiting to be crowned
Father, son, looks down with happiness
Life is on its way
Ocean of motion Squirming around and up and down Pushing together Scattering mountains all around you
That is the sound of a new born world And the light from a curious sky It has begun You're in the hands of destiny
Is that the chariot with stallions gold?
Is that a prince of heaven on the ground?
Is that the roar of a thundercrash?
This is my world and it's waiting to be crowned
Father, son, looks down with happiness
Life is on its way
| | | | # | | | | Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | | | Wariacje tekstu: The Serpent | | | | Dark night, planets are set Creator prepares for the dawn of man You're waking up, the day of incarnation Said you're waking up to life
Images he made to love Images of gods in flesh Man is wonderful, very wonderful Look at him Beware the future
Here is my world and it's waiting for me Paradise before my eyes I am alive in a new born world This heaven will always be mine I'm waking up, the day of man has come I'm waking up, the day of man has come
And god created man from dust With a soul inside his mould And god created womankind The vessel of satan's hold
Creator made the serpent wise Evil in his tempting eyes Man is wonderful, very wonderful Look at him Beware the future
Here is my world and it's waiting for me Paradise before my eyes I am alive in a new born world This heaven will always be mine I'm waking up, the day of man has come I'm waking up, the day of man has come
Dark night, planets are set
Creator prepares for the dawn of man
You're waking up, the day of incarnation
Said you're waking up to life
Here I stand a child in a lonely world, oh no Watch the serpent tempting me to evil The guiding hand will help me on Guiding hand will help me on The guiding hand will help me on Guiding hand will help me on
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