The Tower That Ate People

Name penyanyi : Peter Gabriel
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There's a bump in the basement
There's a knocking on the wall
In the pumping of the pistons
I swear I heard your call
There's a bump in the basement
There's a hole in the floor
There's a guard in the garden
Locking up the door

There's a rumble in the floorboards
No shutting out the sound
And the workers are below me
Digging underground
Feel the building all around me
Like a wrap of armoured skin
But the more we are protected
The more we're trapped within

Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
When You strip it right back
Man feed machine
Machine feed man

Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
Make up what you like
Man feed machine
Machine feed man

Brick by brick
Brick by brick
Brick by brick
We're building

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Come Talk To Me

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Biko

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Home Sweet Home

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Mercy Street

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Mother Of Violence

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We Do What We’re Told

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This Is The Picture (excellent Birds)

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Lay Your Hands On Me

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Barry Williams Show [Unadulterated Radio Edit]

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On The Air

Built in the belly of junk by the river, my cabin stands;Made from the trash I dug off the heap with my own bare hands.Every night I’m back at the shack, I’m sure no one is there,I’m putting the aerial up, so I can go out on the air…
On the airOn the airOn the air
Every morning I’m out at dawn with the dwarfs and trampsFor a silent communion lit from above by the sodium lamps.Everyone I meet on the street acts as if I wasn’t there,But they’re all going to know who I am, ‘cos I can go out on the air.
Chorus (On the air…)
Leaving the car down the leafy lane,Turning out Tarzan for my Jungle Jane.Anyone at all, from Captain ZeroAnd his band of superheroes standing by on call.Oh it’s not easy,No it’s not easy making real friends…
Don’t give me your steak-reared milkboys, milkboys,Half alive on empty white noise, white noise,I’ve got power, I’m proud to be loud, my signal goes out clear,I want everybody to know that Bozo is here!
Chorus

Come Talk To Me

The wretched desert takes its form, the jackal proud and tightIn search of you, I feel my way, though the slowest heaving nightWhatever fear invents, I swear it make no senseI reach through the border fenceCome down, come talk to me
In the swirling, curling storm of desire unuttered words hold fastWith reptile tongue, the lightning lashes towers built to lastDarkness creeps in like a thief and offers no reliefWhy are you shaking like a leafCome on, come talk to me
Ah please talk to meWon’t you please talk to meWe can unlock this miseryCome on, come talk to me
{Chorus 1:}I did not come to stealThis all is so unrealCan’t you show me how you feel nowCome on, come talk to meCome talk to me [x2]
The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undoneFrom nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as oneYou lie there with your eyes half closed like there’s no-one there at allThere’s a tension pulling on your faceCome on, come talk to me
Won’t you please talk to meIf you’d just talk to meUnblock this miseryIf you’d only talk to me
{Chorus 2:}Don’t you ever change your mindNow your future’s so definedAnd you act so deaf and blind[And you act so deaf so blind]Come on, come talk to meCome talk to me [x2]
I can imagine the momentBreaking out through the silenceAll the things that we both might sayAnd the heart it will not be denied‘Til we’re both on the same damn sideAll the barriers blown away
I said please talk to meWon’t you please come talk to meJust like it used to beCome on, come talk to meI did not come to stealThis all is so unrealCan you show me how you feel nowCome on, come talk to meCome talk to me [x2]
I said please talk to meIf you’d just talk to meUnblock this miseryIf you’d only talk to me[Chorus 2]

Biko

September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are
watching now
watching now

Home Sweet Home

Met this girl called Josephine and took her up on my machine,We had a little fun, and now we got a little one.Had to get married, being chased out of town.Found ourselves a place to live, we put all our money down.
Called it Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home,Eleven floors up in a tower block, happy just to have a home.I’ve gone and changed the lock on our home.
Nothing really worked out right; things got broke, they stayed that way.None of our friends came round at night, little Sam got no place to play.“We’ve got to get out of here, Bill,” she said,“I’ve been telling you all the while,”When I came home from work that night,She’d jumped out the window with our child.
From our Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home.Just a place to take a rest, just a place to make a nest.We call it home.
When the insurance money came through,It seemed dirty, didn’t know what to do.Took out the cash, went down to the casino,Down on the wheel on a double,And I won, yes I won, like I never won before.Bought myself a country house with an antique carved oak door.
It was Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home.Just a place to lay our head, think of all the things we saidAbout in our Home Sweet Home.

Mercy Street

looking down on empty streets, all she can seeare the dreams all made solidare the dreams all made real
all of the buildings, all of those carswere once just a dreamin somebody’s head
she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steamshe pictures a soulwith no leak at the seam
lets take the boat outwait until darknesslet’s take the boat outwait until darkness comes
nowhere in the corridors of pale green and greynowhere in the suburbsin the cold light of day
there in the midst of it so alive and alonewords support like bone
dreaming of mercy st.wear your inside outdreaming of mercyin your daddy(‘s arms againdreaming of mercy st.‘swear they moved that signdreaming of mercyin your daddy’s arms
pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smoothtugging at the darkness, word upon word
confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet boxto the priest-he’s the doctorhe can handle the shocks
dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hipsof kissing Mary’s lips
dreaming of mercy st.wear your insides outdreaming of mercyin your daddy’s arms againdreaming of mercy st.‘swear they moved that signlooking for mercyin your daddy’s arms
mercy, mercy, looking for mercymercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Anne, with her father is out in the boatriding the waterriding the waves on the sea

Mother Of Violence

Walking the street with her naked feet,So full of rhythm but I can’t find the beat.Snapping her heels, clicking her toes,Everybody knows just where she goes.
Fear, Fear, she’s the mother of Violence,Making me tense to watch the way she breed.Fear, she’s the mother of Violence,You know self-defense is all you need.It’s getting hard to breathe,It’s getting so hard to believe,To believe in anything at all.
Mouth all dry, eyes bloodshot,Data stored on a microdot.Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes,TV dinner, TV news.
Fear, Fear, she’s the mother of Violence,Don’t make any sense to watch the way she breed.Fear, she’s the mother of Violence,Making me tense to watch the way she feed.The only way you know she’s thereIs the subtle flavor in the air.Getting hard to breathe,Getting hard to believe in anything at allBut Fear.

We Do What We’re Told

milgram’s 37
we do what we’re toldwe do what we’re toldwe do what we’re toldtold to do
we do what we’re toldwe do what we’re toldwe do what we’re toldtold to do
one doubtone voiceone warone truthone dream

This Is The Picture (excellent Birds)

flying birds
excellent birds
watch them fly, there they go
falling snow
excellent snow
here it comes. watch it fall

long words
excellent words
I can hear them now

this is the picture, this is the picture
this is the picture, this is the picture

I'm sitting by the window
watching the snow fall
I'm looking out
and I'm moving, turning in time
catching up. moving in
jump up! I can land on my feet. look out!

this is the picture, this is the picture
this is the picture, this is the picture

looking out. watching out
when I see the future I close my eyes
I can see it now

I see pictures of people, rising up
pictures of people, falling down
I see pictures of people
they're standing on their heads, they're ready
they're looking out, look out!
they're watching out, watch out!
they're looking out, look out!
they're watching out, watch out!

I see pictures of people
I see pictures of people

Lay Your Hands On Me

Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic flowerson the window silNo more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with thewashing of the dishesReaction level’s much too high – I can do without the stimuli
I’m living way beyond my ways and means, living in the zone of the inbetweensI can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge ofthe cold emotionWatched on by the distant eyes – watched on by the silenthidden spies
But still the warmth flows through me And I sense you know me well No luck, no golden chances No mitigating circumstances now It’s only common sense There are no accidents around here
I am willing – lay your hands on me I am ready – lay your hands on me I believe – lay your hands on me, over me
Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with theirgarden hosesPoolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by thecocktail satelliteI walk away from from light and sound, down stairways leading underground
But still the warmth flows through me And I sense you know me well It’s only common sense There are no accidents around here
I am willing – lay your hands on me I am ready – lay your hands on me I believe – lay your hands on me, over me over me
Lay your hands on me Lay your hands on me Lay your hands on me, over me

Barry Williams Show [Unadulterated Radio Edit]

Let’s go
one man at the windowone girl at the barsaw that look of recognitionwhen they know just who you areI seen you on the tvI seen you on that showyou make the people crazyand then you let them go
before the show we calm themwe sympathise, we careand the hostile folk we keep apart‘til the red light says ‘on air’did you see our leather loversall tied up to the chairdid you catch those child molestersno one else goes there
what a show, the barry williams showwhat a show,dysfunctional excessis all it took for my successthe greater pain that they endurethe more you know the show will scoredit’s showtime
got the reputation of a surgeon‘cos they cannot feel the cutit looks so very simplebut it really is an artthey call our studio ‘the hospital’making money from the sickwe let people be themselvesthere is no other trick
‘my lover stole my girlfriend’‘I keep beating up my ex’‘I want to kill my neighbour’‘my daughter’s selling sex’‘my s/m lover hurt me’‘my girl became a man’‘I love my daughter’s rapist‘my life’s gone down the pan’
what a show, the barry williams showthe barry williams showdysfunctional excessis all it took for my successand when the punches start to flythe ratings always read so highit’s showtime
‘that girl has got no scruples’not a wrinkle on her faceyou would not believe the plot she conceivedso they’d let her take my placewell, no man is an islandno man is a seabut this display of emotionis all but drowning me
what a show, oh what a showon my show, the barry williams showit’s my showwhat a showdysfunctional excessis all it took for my success
the best tv you’ve ever seenwhere people say the things that they really meanI hear my name, I hear them roarfor the one more time I take the floorjust one more barry williams showwe’re gonna take you where you want to goit’s showtime
come on downcome on down

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