PG3 – Melt

Seb

3/5

Le disque qui change tout pour Peter dans sa façon de concevoir sa musique : Il engage Philou qui trouve le son de batterie, le fameux son de batterie qu’on entend des l’intro du premier morceau Intruder et il décide de supprimer purement et simplement les cymbales des kits de batterie. Plus d’accentuation sur les temps forts et du coup une impression très différente de ce qu’on a l’habitude d’entendre. L’effet est excellent et très frustrant quand on est un peu batteur et qu’on suit le disque, on a toujours un bras qui part en l’air et à la place d’entendre cette chère cymbale on n’entend qu’un tambour. Niveau morceaux : deux super tubes : Games without frontiers, parlant de la stupidité des participants à des jeux comme « Interville » et plus particulièrement « Jeux sans frontières » (It’s a Knockout en Anglais, ceci expliquant cela, quand on connaît les paroles) et de l’horreur de la guerre en général et Biko, l’incontournable morceau sur Steven Biko, assassiné en Afrique du Sud en 1977. Peter fait un peu son Philou sentimental sur le coup et la chanson est quand même assez ennuyeuse et un peu répétitive. Du coté des bonnes surprises : Intruder et I don’t remember. Je n’ai jamais reussi à accrocher à No self control, Not one of us, et je ne sais même pas à quoi ressemble Lead a normal life ! Sinon, sur ce disque, il y a ce qui est peut être la plus belle chanson de Peter : Family Snapshot, avec évidemment une mélodie exceptionnelle, et une alternance calme / tempête du plus bel effet !

Tracklist

(Gabriel)

I know something about opening windows and doors
I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors
I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers
Slipping the clippers
Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires
The sense of isolation inspires
Inspires me
I like to feel the suspense when I’m certain you know I am there
I like you lying awake, your bated breath charging the air
I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear
Intruders happy in the dark
Intruder come
Intruder come and leave his mark, leave his mark

I am the intruder

(Gabriel)

Got to get some food
I’m so hungry all the time
I don’t know how to stop
I don’t know how to stop

Got to get some sleep
I’m so nervous in the night
I don’t know how to stop
No, I don’t know how to stop
I don’t know how to stop
I don’t know how to stop

Got to pick up the phone
I will call any number
I will talk to anyone
I know I’m gone too far
Much too far I gone this time
And I don’t want to think what I’ve done
I don’t know how to stop
No, I don’t know how to stop

There are always hidden silences
Waiting behind the chair
They come out when the coast is clear
They eat anything that moves
I go shaky at the knees
Lights go out, stars come down
Like a swarm of bees

No self-control

You know I hate to hurt you
I hate to see your pain
But I don’t know how to stop
No, I don’t know how to stop

Street after street
Night after night
I walk on through the rain
I walk on through the rain
I don’t know how to stop

(Gabriel)

(Instrumental)

(Gabriel)

I got no means to show identification
I got no papers show you what I am
You’ll have to take me just the way that you find me
What’s gone is gone and I do not give a damn
Empty stomach, empty head
I got empty heart and empty bed
I don’t remember
I don’t remember

I don’t remember, I don’t recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I don’t remember, I don’t recall
I got no memory of anything
-anything at all

Strange is your language and I have no decoder
Why don’t you make your intentions clear
With eyes to the sun and your mouth to the soda
Saying, « Tell me the truth, you got nothing to fear
Stop staring at me like a bird of prey
I’m all mixed up, I got nothing to say
I don’t remember
I don’t remember

I don’t remember, I don’t recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I don’t remember, I don’t recall
I got no memory of anything
Anything at all

I don’t remember, I don’t recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I don’t remember, I don’t recall
I got no memory of anything
absolutely anything at all
I don’t remember

(Gabriel)

The streets are lined with camera crews
Everywhere he goes is news
Today is different
Today is not the same
Today I make the action
Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light
I’m shooting into the light

Four miles down the cavalcade moves on
Driving into the sun
If I worked it out right
They won’t see me or the gun

Two miles to go, they’re clearing the road
The cheering has really begun
I’ve got my radio
I can hear what’s going on

I’ve been waiting for this
I have been waiting for this
All you people in TV land
I will wake up your empty shells
Peak-time viewing blown in a flash
As I burn into your memory cells
‘Cos I’m alive

They’re coming ’round the corner with the bikers at the front
I’m wiping the sweat from my eyes
-It’s a matter of time
-It’s a matter of will
And the governor’s car is not far behind
He’s not the one I’ve got in mind
‘Cos there he is-the man of the hour, standing in the limousine
« I don’t really hate you
-I don’t care what you do
We were made for each other
-Me and you
I want to be somebody
-You were like that too
If you don’t get given you learn to take
And I will take you. »

Holding my breath
Release the catch
And I let the bullet fly

All turned quiet-I have been here before
Lonely boy hiding behind the front door
Friends have all gone home
There’s my toy gun on the floor
Come back Mum and Dad
You’re growing apart
You know that I’m growing up sad
I need some attention
I shoot into the light

(Gabriel)

And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
It’s through the wire

Friday night, you’re staying at home I want you
I’m tickling and clicking a metronome I want you
Prowling the waterhole-I wait for the kill I want you
Pressure’s building-overspill I want you

And through the wire You are secure
And through the wire We can talk
And through the wire We can walk
It’s through the wire

Watchmaker steadies his delicate hand I want you
For barbeque parties on blood red sands I want you
Caught in the strugle tight on the rod I want you
Bring out the devil to bring out the god I want you

And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
It’s through the wire

Driving ’round the city rings
Staring at the shape of things
I talk in pictures not in words
Overloaded with everything we said
be careful where you tread
Watch the wire

And through the wire You are secure
And through the wire We can talk
And through the wire We can walk
And through the wire We’re clinging like leeches
And through the wire We push out tailormade speeches
And through the wire We get so strange across the border
We get so strange across the border

(Gabriel)

Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
-Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we’re kissing baboons in the jungle
It’s a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres

Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching’s is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
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
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-wars without tears
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres

(Gabriel)

It’s only water
In a stranger’s tear
Looks are deceptive
But distinctions are clear
A foreign body
And a foreign mind
Never welcome
In the land of the blind
You may look like we do
Talk like we do
But you know how it is

You’re not one of us
Not one of us
No you’re not one of us
Not one of us
Not one of us
No you’re not one of us

There’s safety in numbers
When you learn to divide
How can we be in
If there is no outside
All shades of opinion
Feed an open mind
But your values are twisted
Let us help you unwind
You may look like we do
Talk like we do
-But you know how it is

You’re not one of us
Not one of us
No you’re not one of us

(Gabriel)

It’s nice here with a view of the trees
Eating with a spoon?
They don’t give you knives?
‘Spect you watch those trees
Blowing in the breeze
We want to see you lead a normal life

(Gabriel)

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

Infos générales

Produit par Steve Lillywhite.
Ingénieur du son : by Hugh Padgham.
Production électronique par Larry Fast.
Enregistré à Bath avec the Manor Mobile et à The Townhouse, Londres

Sorti en Mai 1980

Singles :

Fevrier 80 – Games Without Frontiers/Start/I Don’t Remember
Mai 80 – No Self Control/Lead A Normal Life
Août 80 – Biko – Shosholoza