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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!
 
 
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
 
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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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