Peter Gabriel
English musician who first came to fame as the lead vocalist of the progressive rock group Genesis.
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill,
I could see the city light.
Wind was blowing, time stood still.
Eagle flew out of the night.
He was something to observe.
Came in close, I heard a voice.
Standing stretching every nerve,
Had to listen had no choice.
I did not believe the information.
I just had to trust imagination.
My heart going boom boom boom.
"Son," he said, "Grab your things, I've come to take you home."
So what's one little kiss, one tiny little touch?
Aah, he's wanting it so much.
I swear that this is royal blood, running through my skin.
Oh, can you see the state I'm in?
Kiss it better, kiss it better.
From the pain come the dream.
From the dream come the vision.
From the vision come the people.
From the people come the power.
From this power come the change.
All my instincts, they return.
And the grand façade, so soon will burn.
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside.
Turning the tide, you are on the incoming wave.
Turning the tide, you know you are nobody's slave.
Life carries on
In the people I meet
In everyone that’s out on the street
In all the dogs and cats
In the flies and rats
In the rot and the rust
In the ashes and the dust
Life carries on and on and on and on.
I caught sight of my reflection;
I caught it in the window.
I saw the darkness in my heart;
I saw the signs of my undoing.
They had been there from the start,
And the darkness still has work to do.
The knotted chord's untying.
They're heated and they're holy.
Oh they're sitting there on high.
So secure with everything they're buying.
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive.
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names
— whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
— whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle.
It’s a knockout.
All of the buildings, all of those cars
Were once just a dream
In somebody's head.
What I carry in my heart
Brings us so close or so far apart.
Only love can make love.
I grieve for you
You leave me
So hard to move on
Still loving what's gone
They say life carries on
Carries on and on and on and on...
Did I dream this belief
or did I believe this dream
how I will find relief
I grieve...
We do what we're told,
Told to do.
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
— The man is dead.
Don't talk back;
Just drive the car.
Shut your mouth;
I know what you are.
Don't say nothing;
Keep your hands on the wheel.
Don't turn around;
This is for real.
Digging in the dirt.
Stay with me, I need support.
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt.
Open up the places I got hurt.
Give me steam.
And how you feel to make it real;
Real as anything you've seen.
Get a life with this dreamer's dream.
The wretched desert takes its form, the jackal proud and tight.
In search of you, I feel my way, through the slowest heaving night.
Whatever fear invents, I swear it makes no sense.
I reach through the border fence.
Come down, come talk to me.
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers — war without tears.
You could have a steam train
If you'd just lay down your tracks.
You could have an aeroplane flying
If you bring your blue sky back.