Aller au contenu

Peter Gabriel

Seb

2/5

C’est un disque bizarre, composé par Peter à l’occasion du passage à l’an 2000… Il était fait pour plaire à tout le monde, à tout type d’oreille, alors il y a du rap dessus, et un peu de tout. Peter ne chante vraiment qu’une seule chanson, très belle : Father, Son. Mais la voix de Peter semble un peu faiblarde malgré tout… A noter la belle chanson “Downside-Up”. Là aussi, pour les collectionneurs donc…

Tracklist

Instrumental

Instrumental

In the big house
Where the sun lives
With the walls so white and blue
In the red soil

All the green grows
And the winds blow across your face
they blow across your heart
It’s the time of the turning

and there`s something stirring outside
It’s the time of the turning
and we’d better learn to say our goodbyes
All the earth breaks

Like a stale bread
And the seeds are folded in the soil
Oh the sun pours
Then the rains fall

While the roots reach right out through the ground.
they reach out through the ground
It’s the time of the turning
and there’s something stirring outside

It’s the time of the turning
and the old world’s falling
Nothing you can do can stop the next emerging
Time of the turning and we’d better learn to say our goodbyes

If we can stand up
When all else falls down
We’ll last through the winter
We’ll last through the storms
We’ll last through the north winds
That bring down the ice and snow
We’ll last through the long nights
till the green field’s growing again.
Growing again.

Did you see it move? There’s something there.
It’s in this very cloth that i weave
In the most peculiar ways that we behave
It’s the time of the turning and the old world’s falling.

Nothing you can do can stop the next emerging
The time of the turning and we’d better learn to say our goodbyes
It’s the time of the turning and there’s something stirring outside.
If you stop for a moment you can feel it all slipping away.

It’s the time of the turning and the old world’s falling
Nothing you can do can stop the next emerging
Time of the turning and we’d better learn to say our goodbyes

Father, son
Locked as one
In this empty room
Spine against spine
Yours against mine
Till the warmth comes through

Remember the breakwaters down by the waves
I first found my courage
Knowing daddy could save
I could hold back the tide
With my dad by my side

Dogs, plows and bows
We move through each pose
Struggling in our separate ways
Mantras and hymns
Unfolding limbs
Looking for release through the pain

And the yogi’s eyes are open
Looking up above
He too is dreaming of his daddy’s love
With his dad by his side
Got his dad by his side

Can you recall
How you took me to school
We couldn’t talk much at all
It’s been so many years
And now these tears
Guess I’m still your child

Out on the moors
We take a pause
See how far we have come
You’re moving quite slow
How far can we go
Father and son

With my dad by my side
With my dad by my side
Got my dad by my side
With me

Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building.
Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building.
Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building.
Brick by brick by brick by brick.

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 florrboards. No shutting out the sound.

And the workers 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.

We’re building up and up.
We’re building up and up.
We’re building up and up.
We’re building up and up till we can touch the sky.

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.
You make up what you like.
Man feed machine, machine feed man.

Instrumental

Instrumental

I looked up at the tallest building.
Felt it falling down.
I could feel my balance shifting.
Everything was moving around.
These streets so fixed and solid.

Ah shimmering haze
And everything that i relied on disappeared.

Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground
Falling deep in the sky.
Slipping in the unknown

All the strangers look like family.
All the family look so strange.
The only constant I am sure of.
Is the accelerating rate of change

Downside up, upside down.
Take my weight from the ground
Falling deep in the sky.
Slipping in the unknown

I stand here, watch you spinning
Until i am drawn in.
A centripetal force
You pull me in, Pull me in. Pull me in. Pull me in. Pull me in.

ovo ovo ovo
ovo ovo ovo
ovo ovo ovo

Downside up, upside down.
Take my weight from the ground.
Falling deep in the sky.
Slipping in the unknown.

Put on the dress in which you were married.
Pull down the veil till your eyes are hid.
Can you remember where we both came from.
Let us do as we did.

Look at tomorrow today.
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today

Make tomorrow, make tomorrow, make tomorrow today
Put back the photo under the window.
Put down the phone that you hold in your hand.
Put away these things that stand in between us.
Let us be what we can.

When it seems, hopeless
When it seems, hopeless
Make tomorrow, make tomorrow, make tomorrow today
Make tomorrow, make tomorrow, make tomorrow today
Make tomorrow, make tomorrow, make tomorrow today.

What better measure of what you were doing here.
Than what you can leave behind.
All the children of your children’s children.
Do you ever think what they’re going to find.

Make tomorrow, make tomorrow
Where the sacred meet the scared.
Make tomorrow, make tomorrow
Where the dreamer’s dream is dared.

In each one of us. A dream can burn like the sun.
Let’s try it all one more time. To get this lesson learned.
Sitting up in a spaceship.
Looking down at the earth.

You wonder what they’re struggling for.
What’s it all really worth.
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today.
Make tomorrow, make tomorrow.

Infos générales

Mastering : Tony Cousins à Metropolis
Producteur : Peter Gabriel
Ingénieur du son : Richard Chappell, Richard Evans, Edel Griffiths et Alan Coleman.

Sorti en Juin 2000

Seb

2/5

Je n’ai pas ce disque, mais à priori il n’y a pas beaucoup de différences avec Ovo. Je donnerai donc le même avis : C’est un disque bizarre, composé par Peter à l’occasion du passage à l’an 2000… Il était fait pour plaire à tout le monde, à tout type d’oreille, alors il y a du rap dessus, et un peu de tout. Peter ne chante vraiment qu’une seule chanson, très belle : Father, Son. Mais la voix de Peter semble un peu faiblarde malgré tout… A noter la belle chanson “Downside-Up”. Là aussi, pour les collectionneurs donc…

Tracklist

Instrumental

In the big house
Where the sun lives
With the walls so white and blue
In the red soil

All the green grows
And the winds blow across your face
they blow across your heart
It’s the time of the turning

and there`s something stirring outside
It’s the time of the turning
and we’d better learn to say our goodbyes
All the earth breaks

Like a stale bread
And the seeds are folded in the soil
Oh the sun pours
Then the rains fall

While the roots reach right out through the ground.
they reach out through the ground
It’s the time of the turning
and there’s something stirring outside

It’s the time of the turning
and the old world’s falling
Nothing you can do can stop the next emerging
Time of the turning and we’d better learn to say our goodbyes

If we can stand up
When all else falls down
We’ll last through the winter
We’ll last through the storms
We’ll last through the north winds
That bring down the ice and snow
We’ll last through the long nights
till the green field’s growing again.
Growing again.

Did you see it move? There’s something there.
It’s in this very cloth that i weave
In the most peculiar ways that we behave
It’s the time of the turning and the old world’s falling.

Nothing you can do can stop the next emerging
The time of the turning and we’d better learn to say our goodbyes
It’s the time of the turning and there’s something stirring outside.
If you stop for a moment you can feel it all slipping away.

It’s the time of the turning and the old world’s falling
Nothing you can do can stop the next emerging
Time of the turning and we’d better learn to say our goodbyes

Father, son
Locked as one
In this empty room
Spine against spine
Yours against mine
Till the warmth comes through

Remember the breakwaters down by the waves
I first found my courage
Knowing daddy could save
I could hold back the tide
With my dad by my side

Dogs, plows and bows
We move through each pose
Struggling in our separate ways
Mantras and hymns
Unfolding limbs
Looking for release through the pain

And the yogi’s eyes are open
Looking up above
He too is dreaming of his daddy’s love
With his dad by his side
Got his dad by his side

Can you recall
How you took me to school
We couldn’t talk much at all
It’s been so many years
And now these tears
Guess I’m still your child

Out on the moors
We take a pause
See how far we have come
You’re moving quite slow
How far can we go
Father and son

With my dad by my side
With my dad by my side
Got my dad by my side
With me

Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building.
Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building.
Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building.
Brick by brick by brick by brick.

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 florrboards. No shutting out the sound.

And the workers 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.

We’re building up and up.
We’re building up and up.
We’re building up and up.
We’re building up and up till we can touch the sky.

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.
You make up what you like.
Man feed machine, machine feed man.

Instrumental

Instrumental

I looked up at the tallest building.
Felt it falling down.
I could feel my balance shifting.
Everything was moving around.
These streets so fixed and solid.

Ah shimmering haze
And everything that i relied on disappeared.

Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground
Falling deep in the sky.
Slipping in the unknown

All the strangers look like family.
All the family look so strange.
The only constant I am sure of.
Is the accelerating rate of change

Downside up, upside down.
Take my weight from the ground
Falling deep in the sky.
Slipping in the unknown

I stand here, watch you spinning
Until i am drawn in.
A centripetal force
You pull me in, Pull me in. Pull me in. Pull me in. Pull me in.

ovo ovo ovo
ovo ovo ovo
ovo ovo ovo

Downside up, upside down.
Take my weight from the ground.
Falling deep in the sky.
Slipping in the unknown.

Put on the dress in which you were married.
Pull down the veil till your eyes are hid.
Can you remember where we both came from.
Let us do as we did.

Look at tomorrow today.
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today

Make tomorrow, make tomorrow, make tomorrow today
Put back the photo under the window.
Put down the phone that you hold in your hand.
Put away these things that stand in between us.
Let us be what we can.

When it seems, hopeless
When it seems, hopeless
Make tomorrow, make tomorrow, make tomorrow today
Make tomorrow, make tomorrow, make tomorrow today
Make tomorrow, make tomorrow, make tomorrow today.

What better measure of what you were doing here.
Than what you can leave behind.
All the children of your children’s children.
Do you ever think what they’re going to find.

Make tomorrow, make tomorrow
Where the sacred meet the scared.
Make tomorrow, make tomorrow
Where the dreamer’s dream is dared.

In each one of us. A dream can burn like the sun.
Let’s try it all one more time. To get this lesson learned.
Sitting up in a spaceship.
Looking down at the earth.

You wonder what they’re struggling for.
What’s it all really worth.
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today.
Make tomorrow, make tomorrow.

Infos générales

Mastering : Tony Cousins à Metropolis
Producteur : Peter Gabriel
Ingénieur du son : Richard Chappell, Richard Evans, Edel Griffiths et Alan Coleman.

Sorti en Avril 2000

Seb

5/5

L’album live suivant la tournée “Us”… Pas de surprises, un son excellent, un très bon choix des morceaux, beaucoup de pêche, de très bon musiciens et une ambiance totalement différente de celle de Plays Live. On a presque du mal à croire que ce soit le même artiste qui a pu donner des concerts aussi différents. D’ordinaire je trouve toujours les versions live supérieures au version studio. Il y a une exception notable ici : Red Rain, qui ne rend pas justice un dixième de seconde à la version Live. Mais bon, c’est pas bien grave et c’est juste un détail !

Tracklist

1 : Come Talk To Me (live)

2 : Steam (live)

3 : Across The River (live)

4 : Slow Marimbas (live)

5 : Shaking The Tree (live)

6 : Red Rain (live)

7 : Blood Of Eden (live)

8 : Kiss That Frog (live)

9 : Washing Of The Water (live)

10 : Solsbury Hill (live)

11 : Digging In The Dirt (live)

12 : Sledgehammer (live)

13 : Secret World (live)

14 : Don’t Give Up (live)

15 : In Your Eyes (live)

Infos générales

Sorti en Août 1994

Produit par Peter Gabriel
Enregistré les 16 et 17 Novembre 1993 à Modena, Italie

Seb

5/5

Peter revient en 1992 avec un disque magnifique, contenant de sublimes chansons comme Secret World, Come Talk to Me, Digging in the Dirt ou encore Kiss that Frog… C’est encore une fois très world music et ca n’a pas grand chose à voir avec PG2 par exemple, mais c’est toujours de l’excellente musique… Voilà, il n’y a pas grand chose d’autre à dire, mais surtout à écouter… Si… : sur ce disque, il y a ce qui est peut être la plus belle chanson de Peter : Washing of the Water. Emotion et mélodie intimement liées, on sent Peter porté par l’eau. C’est simplement magnifique.

Tracklist

(Gabriel)

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 make no sense
I reach through the border fence
Come down, come talk to me

In the swirling, curling storm of desire unuttered words hold fast
With reptile tongue, the lightning lashes towers built to last
Darkness creeps in like a thief and offers no relief
Why are you shaking like a leaf
Come on, come talk to me

Ah please talk to me
Won’t you please talk to me
We can unlock this misery
Come on, come talk to me

{Chorus 1:}
I did not come to steal
This all is so unreal
Can’t you show me how you feel now
Come on, come talk to me
Come talk to me [x2]

The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone
From nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one
You lie there with your eyes half closed like there’s no-one there at all
There’s a tension pulling on your face
Come on, come talk to me

Won’t you please talk to me
If you’d just talk to me
Unblock this misery
If you’d only talk to me

{Chorus 2:}
Don’t you ever change your mind
Now your future’s so defined
And you act so deaf and blind
[And you act so deaf so blind]
Come on, come talk to me
Come talk to me [x2]

I can imagine the moment
Breaking out through the silence
All the things that we both might say
And the heart it will not be denied
‘Til we’re both on the same damn side
All the barriers blown away

I said please talk to me
Won’t you please come talk to me
Just like it used to be
Come on, come talk to me
I did not come to steal
This all is so unreal
Can you show me how you feel now
Come on, come talk to me
Come talk to me [x2]

I said please talk to me
If you’d just talk to me
Unblock this misery
If you’d only talk to me
[Chorus 2]

(Gabriel)

[Aaaaahi, byeeee]

So, you know how people are
When it’s all gone much too far
The way their minds are made
Still, there’s something you should know
That I could not let show
That fear of letting go

And in this moment, I need to be needed
With this darkness all around me, I like to be liked
In this emptiness and fear, I want to be wanted
‘Cause I love to be loved
I love to be loved [x2]
Yes, I love to be loved

I cry the way that babies cry
The way they can’t deny
The way they feel
Words, they climb all over you
‘Til they uncover you
From where you hide

And in this moment, I need to be needed
When my self-esteem is sinking, I like to be liked
In this emptiness and fear,
I want to be wanted
‘Cause I love to be loved
I love to be loved [x2]
Oh I love to be loved

This old familiar craving
I’ve been here before, this way of behaving
Don’t know who the hell I’m saving anymore
Let it pass let it go let it leave
From the deepest place I grieve
This time I believe

And I let go [x2]
I can let go of it
Though it takes all the strength in me
And all the world can see
I’m losing such a central part of me
I can let go of it
You know I mean it
You know that I mean it
I recognize how much I’ve lost
But I cannot face the cost
‘Cause I love to be loved

Yes I love to be loved
I love to be loved
[x3]

I love to be loved
I love to be loved
Yes I love to be loved

(Gabriel)

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

{Chorus:}
In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman
And the woman in the man
In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
We wanted the union
Oh the union of the woman
The woman and the man

My grip is surely slipping
I think I’ve lost my hold
Yes, I think I’ve lost my hold
I cannot get insurance anymore
They don’t take credit, only gold
Is that a dagger or a crucifix I see
You hold so tightly in your hand
And all the while the distance grows between you and me
I do not understand

[Chorus]

At my request, you take me in
In that tenderness, I am floating away
No certainty, nothing to rely on
Holding still for a moment
What a moment this is
Oh for a moment of forgetting, a moment of bliss
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

I can hear the distant thunder
Of a million unheard souls
Of a million unheard souls
Watch each one reach for creature comfort
For the filling of their holes

In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman
And the woman in the man
In the blood of Eden
We wanted the union
Of the woman and the man

In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
I feel the man in the woman
And the woman in the man

In the blood of Eden
Lie the woman and the man
I feel the man in the woman
And the woman in the man


In the blood of Eden
We’ve done everything we can
In the blood of Eden
Saw the end as we began
With the man in the woman
And the woman in the man
It was all for the union
Oh, the union of the woman, the woman and the man.

[extra lyrics from the “film mix”]

The blood of Eden keeps running through me
running through my veins
the blood of Eden keeps rushing through me
when I’m sure there’s none that remains
the blood of Eden keeps running through me
I can feel it in my bones
that blood of Eden keeps rushing through me
taking back what it owns

(Gabriel)

Stand Back!
Stand Back!

What are those dogs doing sniffing at my feet
They’re on to something, picking up
Picking up this heat, this heat

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

You know your culture from your trash
You know your plastic from your cash
When I lose sight of the track
You know the way back
But I know you

You know your stripper from your paint
You know your sinner from your saint
Whenever heaven’s doors are shut
You kick them open but
I know you

Give me steam
And how you feel to make it real
Real as any place you’ve been
Get a life with the dreamer’s dream

Stand back!
Stand back!
Can’t you see I’ve lost control I’m getting indiscreet
You’re moving in so close ’til I’m picking up
Picking up this heat, this heat

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

You know your green from your red
You know the quick from the dead
So much better than the rest
You think you’ve been blessed
But I know you

You know your ladder from your snake
You know the throttle from the brake
You know your straight line from a curve
You’ve got a lot of nerve
But I know you

Give me steam
And how you feel to make it real
Real as any place you’ve been
Get a life with the dreamer’s dream

Everybody nosedive
Hold your breath, count to five
Backslap, boobytrap,
Cover it up in bubblewrap
Room shake, earthquake
Find a way to stay awake
It’s going to blow, it’s going to break
This is more than I can take

Oh yeah, I need steam
Feel the steam all around me
Ah you’re turning up the heat
When I start to dream aloud
See you move your hands and feet
Won’t you step into this cloud of steam
This steam

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

Help me yeah
Ready to steam out the log jam
Stir crazy from the freezer to the boil
Water’s bubbling, it’s b..b..b..bubbling
bubbling [x4]
like it’s coming to a boil
Give me steam, lady
Give me steam around me now
Aah coming alive [x2]
Said give me some steam

(Gabriel)

Only Us [x3]

It wasn’t in the words that kept sticking in their throats
It wasn’t with the angels in their quilted coats
These battered wings still kick up dust
Seduced by the noise and the bright things that glisten
I knew all the time I should shut up and listen
And I’m finding my way home from the great escape

The further on I go, oh the less I know
I can find only us breathing
Only us sleeping
Only us dreaming
Only us

I hear you calling me
Yes I hear you calling me
Home from the great escape
Yes I can read you loud and clear

The further on I go, oh the less I know
Friend or foe, there’s only us

The further on I go, oh the less I know
I can find only us breathing
Only us sleeping
Only us dreaming
Only us

I’m coming home again, home again
And I hear you calling me home again
I am coming home again

Only us [x8]

(Gabriel)

River, river carry me on
Living river carry me on
River, river carry me on
To the place where I come from

So deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride
If I should fall, would you swallow me deep inside

River, show me how to float
I feel like I’m sinking down
Thought that I could get along
But here in this water
My feet won’t touch the ground
I need something to turn myself around

Going away, away towards the sea
River deep, can you lift up and carry me
Oh roll on though the heartland
‘Til the sun has left the sky
River, river carry me high
‘Til the washing of the water make it all all right
Let your waters reach me like she reached me tonight

Letting go, it’s so hard
The way it’s hurting now
To get this love untied
So tough to stay with thing
‘Cause if I follow through
I face what I denied
I get those hooks out of me
And I take out the hooks that I sunk deep in your side
Kill that fear of emptiness, loneliness I hide

River, oh river, river running deep
Bring me something that will let me get to sleep
In the washing of the water will you take it all away
Bring me something to take this pain away

(Gabriel)

Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time it’s getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Can’t go on like this too long

{Chorus:}
This time you’ve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
This time you’ve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]

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

The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, that’s the place it goes

[Chorus]

I’m digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
I’m digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt

Digging in the dirt
To find the places we got hurt
[x7]

(Gabriel)

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

(Gabriel)

[Aah, yeah]

Jump in the water

Sweet little princess
Let me introduce his frogness
You alone can get him singing
He’s all puffed up, wanna be your king
Oh you can do it
C’mon [x6]
Lady kiss that frog

Splash, dash heard your call
Bring you back your golden ball
He’s gonna dive down in the deep end
He’s gonna be just like your best friend
So what’s one little kiss
One tiny little touch
Aaah, 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
[Kiss that frog]

Get it into your royal head
He’s living with you, he sleeps in your bed
Can’t you hear beyond the croaking
Don’t you know that I’m not joking
Aaah, you think you won’t
I think you will
Don’t you know that this tongue can kill
C’mon [x6]
Lady kiss that frog

Let him sit beside you
Eat right off your plate
You don’t have to be afraid
There’s nothing here to hate
Ah, princess you might like it
If you lower your defence
Kiss that frog, and you will
Get your prince [x2]
[Huh!]

Jump in the water, c’mon baby jump in with me
Jump in the water, c’mon baby get wet with me
Jump in the water, c’mon baby jump in with me
Jump in the water, c’mon baby get wet [get wet, get wet]

Kiss that frog, lady kiss that frog [x4]

Jump in the water, c’mon baby jump in with me [x3]
Jump in the water, c’mon baby get wet
[get wet, get wet] [x6]

(Gabriel)

I stood in this unsheltered place
‘Til I could see the face behind the face
All that had gone before had left no trace

Down by the railway siding
In our secret world, we were colliding
All the places we were hiding love
What was it we were thinking of?

So I watch you wash your hair
Underwater, unaware
And the plane flies through the air
Did you think you didn’t have to choose it
That I alone could win or lose it
In all the places we were hiding love
What was it we were thinking of?

In this house of make believe
Divided in two, like Adam and Eve
You put out and I receive

Down by the railway siding
In our secret world, we were colliding
In all the places we were hiding love
What was it we were thinking of?

Oh the wheel is turning spinning round and round
And the house is crumbling but the stairways stand

With no guilt and no shame, no sorrow or blame
Whatever it is, we are all the same

Making it up in our secret world [x3]
Shaking it up
Breaking it up
Making it up in our secret world

Seeing things that were not there
On a wing on a prayer
In this state of disrepair

Down by the railway siding
In our secret world, we were colliding
In all the places we were hiding love
What was it we were thinking of?

Ssh listen…

Produit par Daniel Lanois and Peter Gabriel
Enregistrement et mix : David Bottrill
Assistant : Richard Blair
Extra brainstroming: Brian Eno


Sorti en Septembre 1992

Septembre 92 – Digging In The Dirt/Quiet Steam/Bashi-Bazouk
Janvier 93 – Steam/Games Without Frontiers (Massive/DB mix)
Mars 93 – Blood Of Eden/Mercy Street
Juillet 93 – Come Talk To Me/ Different Drum
Septembre 93 – Kiss That Frog/Digging in the Dirt

Seb

5/5

Best of et Greatest hits à la fois !!! Au départ c’était prévu pour être un Greatest Hits, mais Peter a réussi à imposer des chansons qui ne sont pas hits du tout, notamment Family Snapshot, San Jacinto, Zaar ou encore Here comes the flood. Et pourquoi 5 étoiles à une compilation ? Parce que ce n’est pas une compilation qui se moque de nous avec des titres repris texto sur les albums. Il y a beaucoup de morceaux totalement différents ou très édités par rapport aux versions originelles et il y a Shaking the Tree, un inédit en album. À noter cependant qu’il n’y a aucun morceau de PG2 sur cette compilation ! Très bizarrement…

Tracklist

1 : Solsbury Hill

2 : I Don’t Remember

3 : Sledgehammer

4 : Family Snapshot

5 : Mercy Street

Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon
We are shakin’ the tree
Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon
We are shakin’ the tree

Waiting your time, dreaming of a better life
Waiting your time, you’re more than just a wife
You don’t have to do what your mother has done
She has done, this is your life, this new life has begun

It’s your day, a woman’s day
It’s your day, a woman’s day

Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon
We are shakin’ the tree
Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon
We are shakin’ the tree

Turning the tide, you are on the incoming wave
Turning the tide, you know you are nobody’s slave
Find your sisters or brothers who can hear all the truth in what you say
They can support you when you’re on your way

It’s your day, a woman’s day
It’s your day, a woman’s day

Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon
We are shakin’ the tree
Souma Yergon, Sou Nou Yergon
We are shakin’ the tree

Changing your ways, changing those surrounding you
Changing your ways, more than any man can do
Open your heart, show him the anger and pain, so you heal
Maybe he’s looking for his womanly side, let him feel

You had to be so strong
And you do nothing wrong, nothing wrong at all
We’re gonna break it down
We’re gonna shake it down, shake it all around

No no no no no no
No no no no no no
No no no no no no

It’s your day, a woman’s day
It’s your day, a woman’s day
It’s your day, a woman’s day
It’s your day, a woman’s day

It’s your day, a woman’s day
It’s your day, a woman’s day
It’s your day, a woman’s day
It’s your day, a woman’s day

It’s your day, a woman’s day
It’s your day, a woman’s day
It’s your day, a woman’s day
It’s your day, a woman’s day

You had to be so strong
You do nothing wrong, nothing wrong at all
We’re gonna break it down
We’re gonna shake it down, shake it all around

7 : Don’t Give Up

8 : San Jacinto

9 : Here Comes The Flood (acoustic)

10 : Red Rain

11 : Games Without Frontiers

12 : Shock The Monkey

13 : I Have The Touch (remix)

14 : Big Time

15 : Zaar (edit)

16 : Biko

Infos générales

Compilation

Sorti en 1990

Seb

4/5

La BO du film scandale de Martin Scorsese – si quelqu’un sait comment ca s’écrit 😉 j’ai la flemme de chercher dans le livret 😉 – La dernière tentation du Christ. La musique est remarquable. Très world music, mais franchement de toute beauté. Ca serait apparemment l’album que Peter préfère de lui et ca l’énerve fortement qu’on considère qu’il s’agit uniquement d’une œuvre secondaire, simplement parce qu’il ne chante pas dessus… Même si je ne l’écoute pas souvent, j’apprécie beaucoup ce disque. C’est le premier disque de Peter sorti sous le label Realworld.

Tracklist

1 : The Feeling Begins

2 : Gethsemane

3 : Of These Hope

4 : Lazarus Raised

5 : Of These Hope – Reprise

6 : In Doubt

7 : A Different Drum

8 : Zaar

9 : Troubled

10 : Open

11 : Before Night Falls

12 : With This Love

13 : Sandstorm

14 : Stigmata

15 : Passion

16 : With This Love – Choir

17 : Wall Of Breath

18 : The Promise Of Shadows

19 : Disturbed

20 : It Is Accomplished

21 : Bread & Wine

Infos générales

Produit par Peter Gabriel.
Ingénieur du son : David Bottrill.
Masterisé par Ian Cooper, Town House Cutting Room.
Mixé par Peter Gabriel et David Bottrill.
Enregistré à Real World Studios, Angleterre.

Sorti en 1989

Seb

4/5

L’autre disque qui a tout changé pour Peter, mais sur le plan financier cette fois… Le succès est enfin là… Et il n’a failli jamais venir. Peter était en faillite en 1982 et recevait des menaces de mort. Comme si ca ne suffisait pas, quand il a enregistré So, une fois l’enregistrement terminé, il a subitement décidé que ca n’allait pas a tout jeté et a tout recommencé. La maison de disque se serait ouvert les veines… Mais il a eu raison de recommencer. Puisque le succès était là, enfin. Enfin Peter a trouvé un son qui lui convient et il l’exploite. Il l’a trouvé sur PG4. Etrange de voir qu’il s’est cherché pendant ses 4 premiers albums, et ne leur donnant pas de nom. Une fois qu’il a eu fini de se chercher, enfin, un vrai premier nom est apparu… tout comme son visage sur la pochette, pour la première fois au grand jour, sans se déchirer ou autre déformation… Sledgehammer a été le titre du grand succès, raflant des prix, notamment pour son clip. Peter a failli ne jamais l’enregistrer, à cause des cuivres. Il avait trop peur qu’on lui reproche de vouloir copier Philou qui à l’époque avait beaucoup plus de succès que lui. La légende veut que Phil lui ait dit qu’il n’en avait rien à faire pour que Peter se décide à l’enregistrer. Peter respire financièrement maintenant et va se lancer dans sa carrière chanson du monde, avec la création des studios Realworld… Musicalement, ca a beau être un succès commercial, ce n’est pas pour autant de la soupe : les chansons sont excellentes, en particulier Red Rain, mais bon, tout vaut le coup. Sur ce disque, il y a ce qui est peut être la plus belle chanson de Peter : In your eyes

Tracklist

(Gabriel)

red rain is coming down
red rain
red rain is pouring down
pouring down all over me

I am standing up at the water’s edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
it can’t be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch
this place is so quiet, sensing that storm

red rain is coming down
red rain
red rain is pouring down
pouring down all over me

well I’ve seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town
they tell you that this rain can sting, and look down
there is no blood around see no sign of pain
hay ay ay no pain
seeing no red at all, see no rain

red rain is coming down
red rain
red rain is pouring down
pouring down all over me

red rain-
putting the pressure on much harder now
to return again and again
just let the red rain splash you
let the rain fall on your skin
I come to you defences down
with the trust of a child

red rain is coming down
red rain
red rain is pouring down
pouring down all over me
and I can’t watch any more
no more denial
it’s so hard to lay down in all of this
red rain is coming down
red rain is pouring down
red rain is coming down all over me
I see it
red rain is coming down
red rain is pouring down
red rain is coming down all over me
I’m bathing in it
red rain coming down
red rain is coming down
red rain is coming down all over me
I’m begging you
red rain coming down
red rain coming down
red rain coming down
red rain coming down
over me in the red red sea
over me
over me
red rain

(Gabriel)

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

all you do is call me
I’ll be anything you need

you could have a big dipper
going up and down, all around the bends
you could have a bumper car, bumping
this amusement never ends

I want to be your sledgehammer
why don’t you call my name
oh let me be your sledgehammer
this will be my testimony
show me round your fruitcage
‘cos I will be your honey bee
open up your fruitcage
where the fruit is as sweet as can be

I want to be your sledgehammer
why don’t you call my name
you’d better call the sledgehammer
put your mind at rest
I’m going to be-the sledgehammer
this can be my testimony
I’m your sledgehammer
let there be no doubt about it

sledge sledge sledgehammer

I’ve kicked the habit
shed my skin
this is the new stuff
I go dancing in, we go dancing in
oh won’t you show for me
and I will show for you
show for me, I will show for you
yea, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mean you
only you
you’ve been coming through
going to build that powerr
build, build up that power, hey
I’ve been feeding the rhythm
I’ve been feeding the rhythm
going to feel that power, build in you
come on, come on, help me do
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you
I’ve been feeding the rhythm
I’ve been feeding the rhythm
it’s what we’re doing, doing
all day and night

(Gabriel)

in this proud land we grew up strong
we were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail

no fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I’ve changed my face, I’ve changed my name
but no one wants you when you lose

don’t give up
‘cos you have friends
don’t give up
you’re not beaten yet
don’t give up
I know you can make it good

though I saw it all around
never thought I could be affected
thought that we’d be the last to go
it is so strange the way things turn

drove the night toward my home
the place that I was born, on the lakeside
as daylight broke, I saw the earth
the trees had burned down to the ground

don’t give up
you still have us
don’t give up
we don’t need much of anything
don’t give up
’cause somewhere there’s a place
where we belong

rest your head
you worry too much
it’s going to be alright
when times get rough
you can fall back on us
don’t give up
please don’t give up

‘got to walk out of here
I can’t take anymore
going to stand on that bridge
keep my eyes down below
whatever may come
and whatever may go
that river’s flowing
that river’s flowing

moved on to another town
tried hard to settle down
for every job, so many men
so many men no-one needs

don’t give up
’cause you have friends
don’t give up
you’re not the only one
don’t give up
no reason to be ashamed
don’t give up
you still have us
don’t give up now
we’re proud of who you are
don’t give up
you know it’s never been easy
don’t give up
’cause I believe there’s the a place
there’s a place where we belong

(Gabriel/Rhodes)

I want to be with you
I want to be clear
but each time I try
it’s the voice I hear
I hear that voice again

I’m listening to the conversation
judge and jury in my head
it’s colouring everything
all we did and said
and still I head that sharp tongue talking
talking tangled words
I can sense the danger
just listen to the wind

I want you close I want you near
I can’t help but listen
but I don’t want to hear
hear that voice again

I want to be with you
I want to be clear
but each time I try
it’s the voice I hear
I hear that voice again

I’m hearing right and wrong so clearly
there must be more than this
it’s only in uncertainty
that we’re naked and alive
I hear it through the rattle of a streetcar
hear it through the things you said
I can get so scared
listen to the wind

I want you close I want you near
I can’t help but listen
but I don’t want to hear
hear that voice again

what I carry in my heart
brings us so close or so far apart
only love can make love

I want you close I want you near
I can’t help but listen
but I don’t want to hear
I hear that voice again

I want to be with you
I want to be clear
but each time I try
it’s the voice I hear
I hear that voice again

(Gabriel)

for anne sexton

looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real

all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody’s head

she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam

lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let’s take the boat out
wait until darkness comes

nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day

there in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone

dreaming of mercy st.
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy(‘s arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
‘swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy’s arms

pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness, word upon word

confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
to the priest-he’s the doctor
he can handle the shocks

dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary’s lips

dreaming of mercy st.
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy’s arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
‘swear they moved that sign
looking for mercy
in your daddy’s arms

mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy

Anne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea

(Gabriel)

suc cess

I’m on my way, I’m making it
I’ve giot to make it show, yeah
so much larger than life
I’M going to watch it growing

the place where I come from is a small town
they think so small
they use small words
-but not me
I’m smarter than that
I worked it out
I’ve been stretching my mouth
to let those big words come right out

I’ve had enough, I’m getting out
to the city, the big big city
I’ll be a big noise with all the big boys
there’s so much stuff I will own
and I will pray to a big god
as I kneel in the big church

big time
I’m on my way-I’m making it
big time big time
I’ve got to make it show yeah
big time big time
so much larger than life
big time
I’m going to watch it growing
big time

my parties all have big names
and I greet them with the widest smile
tell them how my life is one big adventure^
and always they’re amazed
when I show them round my house, to my bed
I had it made like a mountain range
with a snow-white pillow for my big fat head
and my heaven will be a big heaven
and I will walk through the front door

big time
I’m on my way-I’m making it
big time big time
I’ve got to make it show-yeah
big time big time
so much larger than life
I’m going to watch it growing
big time big time
my car is getting bigger
big time
my house is getting bigger
big time
my eyes are getting bigger
big time
and my mouth
big time
my belly is getting bigger
big time
and my bank account
big time
look at my circumstance
big time
and the bulge in my big big big big big big big

(Gabriel)

milgram’s 37

we do what we’re told
we do what we’re told
we do what we’re told
told to do

we do what we’re told
we do what we’re told
we do what we’re told
told to do

one doubt
one voice
one war
one truth
one dream

(Gabriel/Anderson)

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

(Gabriel)

love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes

love, I don’t like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes

Produit par Peter Gabriel et Daniel Lanois.
Ingénieurs du son : Lanois et Kevin Killen.
Additional engineering by David Bottill and David Stallbaumer, assisted by Jam Crisp.
Originally mastered at the Town House, London by Ian Cooper.
Enregistré et mixé à Real World Studios, Angleterre

Sorti en Mai 1986

Singles :

Avril 86 – Sledgehammer/Don’t Break This Rhythm
Octobre 86 – Don’t Give Up/Curtains
Mars 87 – Big Time/Curtains/We Do What We’re Told (Milgram’s 37)
Juin 87 – Red Rain/Ga Ga

Seb

2/5

Pas grand chose à dire. C’est une BO, reprenant certain passage de chanson des albums studio précédant et les mêlant à des d’autres compositions originales. Mais bon, pas de quoi faire pleurer Tony Banks non plus. Bref, pour les collectionneurs, à mon avis.

Tracklist

1 : At Night

2 : Floating Dogs

3 : Quiet And Alone

4 : Close Up (from Family Snapshot)

5 : Slow Water

6 : Dressing The Wound

7 : Birdy’s Flight (from Not One Of Us)

8 : Slow Marimbas

9 : The Heat (from The Rhythm Of The Heat)

10 : Sketchpad With Trumpet And Voice

11 : Under Lock And Key (from Wallflower)

12 : Powerhouse At The Foot Of The Mountain (from San Jacinto)

Infos générales

Produit par Peter Gabriel et Daniel Lenois
Enregistré et Joué à Real World, Angleterre.

Sorti en Mars 1985

Seb

3/5

Le fameux album live que tout le monde déteste parce que Peter a eu le courage de dire qu’il avait retouché le son et certain trucs en studio pour le rendre parfait… Ce que tout le monde fait mais que personne ne dit… Je me moque personnellement de ca. La performance est géante quand même… Si je lui mets si peu d’étoiles c’est pour le choix des chansons… Comment est ce possible qu’il ait osé oublier de mettre Here Comes The Flood, Mother of Violence et Wallflower sur ce disque, alors que si ca se trouve se sont ses plus belles chansons… Et je ne parle même pas de Indigo, Games without frontiers etc… grrrrrrrrr Peter… grrrrrrrrr A noter la présence d’un inédit en album : I go swimming…

Tracklist

1 : The Rhythm Of The Heat (live)

2 : I Have The Touch (live)

3 : Not One Of Us (live)

4 : Family Snapshot (live)

5 : D.I.Y. (live)

6 : The Family And The Fishing Net (live)

7 : Intruder (live)

8 : I Go Swimming (live)

9 : San Jacinto (live)

10 : Solsbury Hill (live)

11 : No Self Control (live)

12 : I Don’t Remember (live)

13 : Shock The Monkey (live)

14 : Humdrum (live)

15 : On The Air (live)

16 : Biko (live)

Infos générales

Enregistré par le Le Mobile à l’automne 1982 (USA et Canada)
Ingénieur du son live : Neil Kernon
“Fix ‘N’ Mix” à Shabbey Road Studios, Bath, Spring 1983
Ingénieur du son : Peter Walsh
Produit par Peter Gabriel et Peter Walsh
Mastering Numérique par Sony P.C.M, Masterisé par Peter Woolliscroft
Masterisé à The Townhouse, Londres and Artisan Sound Recorders, LA

Sorti en Juin 1983

Seb

5/5

Bon, honnêtement, si j’ai sous noté les autres PGx, c’est pour que celui la puisse être au dessus des autres. Rien à jeter sur celui la, même pas Kiss of life, le dernier morceau, pourtant bien en dessous de tous les autres. L’intro est fabuleuse, San Jacinto envoûtante, I have the touch est excellente, Lay your hands on me et autres… bref, que du très bon. Sur ce disque, il y a ce qui est peut être la plus belle chanson de Peter : Wallflower, encore une mélodie extrêmement émouvante. Seul regret : la qualité de l’enregistrement… Le volume est un peu bas, il y a du souffle. La récente remasterisation est un pur bonheur ! Achetez les yeux fermés !

Tracklist

(Gabriel)

Looking out the window
I see the red dust clear
High up on the red rock
Stands the shadow with the spear

The land here is strong
Strong beneath my feet
it feeds on the blood
it feeds on the heat

The rhythm is below me
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm is around me
The rhythm has control
The rhythm is inside me
The rhythm has my soul

The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat

Drawn across the plainland
To the place that is higher
Drawn into the circle
That dances round the fire
We spit into out hands
And breathe across the palms
Raising them up high
Help open to the sun

Self-conscious, uncertain
I’m showered with the dust
The spirit enter into me
And I submit to trust

Smash the radio
No outside voices here
Smash the watch
Cannot tear the day to shreds
Smash the camera
Cannot steal away the spirits
The rhythm is around me
The rhythm has control
The rhythm is inside me
The rhythm has my soul

(Gabriel)

Thick cloud – steam rising – hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me – buffalo robe – sage in bundle – run on skin
Outside – cold air – stand, wait for rising sun
Red paint – eagle feathers – coyote calling – it has begun
Something moving in – I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying – slow – letting go of life

Medicine man lead me up though town – Indian ground – so far down
Cut up land – each house – a pool – kids wearing water wings – drink in cool
Follow dry river bed – watch Scout and Guides make pow-wow signs
Past Geronimo’s disco – Sit ‘n’ Bull steakhouse – white men dream
A rattle in the old man’s sack say – look at mountain top – keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow – white wind blow

I hold the line – the line of strength that pulls me through the fear
San Jacinto – I hold the line
San Jacinto – the poison bite and darkness take my sight –
I hold the line
And the tears roll down my swollen cheek – think I’m losing it – getting weaker
I hold the line – I hold the line
San Jacinto – yellow eagle flies down from the sun – from the sun

We will walk – on the land
We will breathe – of the air
We will drink – from the stream
We will live – hold the line
Hold the line – hold the line

(Gabriel)

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people – I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion – do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and … I have the touch

I’m waiting for ignition, I’m looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare … I have the touch

Wanting contact
I’m wanting contact
I’m wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Any social occasion, it’s hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and … I have the touch

Wanting contact
I’m wanting contact
I’m wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back – but nothing seems
to please

I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact

(Gabriel)

Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are still upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin

Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
The sponge is full, well out of sight
All around the conversations
Icing on the warm flesh cake

Light creeps through her secret tunnels
Sucked into the open spaces
Burning out in sudden flashes
Draining blood from well-fed faces

Desires form in subtle whispers
Flex the muscles in denial
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the trial

Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens
Dance in circles, they the blessed
Man and wife, undressed by all
Their grafted trunks in heat possessed

Even as the soft skins tingle
They mingle with the homeless mother
Who loves the day but lives another
That once was hers

The worried father, long lost lover
Brushes ashes with his broom
Rehearses jokes to fly and hover
Bursting over the bride and groom

And the talk goes on

Memories crash on tireless waves
The lifeguards whom the winter saves

Silence falls the guillotine
All the doors are shut
Nervous hands grip tight the knife
In the darkness, till the cake is cut
Passed around, in little pieces
The body and the flesh
The family and the fishing-net
And another in the mesh

The body and the flesh

(Gabriel)

Shock the monkey to life
Shock the monkey to life

Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire
Something knocked me out’ the trees
Now I’m on my knees
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know when you’re going to shock the monkey

Fox the fox
Rat the rat
You can ape the ape
I know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I can’t take any more
Darling, don’t you monkey with the monkey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know you’re going to shock the monkey

Wheels keep turning
Something’s burning
Don’t like it but I guess I’m learning

Shock! – watch the monkey get hurt, monkey

Cover me, when I sleep
Cover me, when I breathe
You throw your pearls before the swine
Make the monkey blind
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know you’re going to shock the monkey

Too much at stake
Ground beneath me shake
And the news is breaking

Shock! – watch the monkey get hurt, monkey

Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey to life

(Gabriel)

Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic flowers
on the window sil
No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the
washing of the dishes
Reaction 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 inbetweens
I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of
the cold emotion
Watched on by the distant eyes – watched on by the silent
hidden 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 their
garden hoses
Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the
cocktail satellite
I 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

(Gabriel)

6 x 6 – from wall to wall
Shutters on the windows, no light at all
Damp on the floor you got damp on the bed
They’re trying to get you crazy – get you out of your head
They feed you scraps and they feed you lies
To lower your defences – no compromise
Nothing you can do, the day can be long
Your mind is working overtime, your body’s not too strong

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can’t get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred

Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone

They take you out – the light burns your eyes
To the talking room – it’s not surprise
Loaded questions from clean white coats
Their eyes are all as hidden as their Hippocratic Oath
They tell you – how to behave, hehave as their guest
You want to resist them, you do your best
They take you to your limits, they take you beyond
For all that they are doing there’s no way to respond

Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can’t get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred

Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone

Though you may disappear, you’re not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do

You may disappear, you’re not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do

(Gabriel)

See me a big woman, big woman look how you dance
See me a big woman, big woman caught in a trance

Dancing on the tabletop, covered up with the Easter feast
You’re dancing for the fishermen, from the very large right
to the least
Dancing for the slow release, first the boy and then the beast
Then the beast

Burning, buring with the kiss of life
Burning, buring with the kiss of life

See me, a big woman, big woman so full of life
See me, a big woman, big woman going to be my wife

Watching for the different eyes – they change your face –
they come inside
Watch the spirits laugh and cry, watch them find a place
to hide
Watch the spirits talk in tongues, watch them take you for
a ride

Down at the ocean lies a body in the sand
Big woman sits beside, head in hand
With heat from her skin, and fire from her breath
She blows hard, she slows deep in the mouth of death

Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life

Infos générales

Produit par David Lord et Peter Gabriel.
Production électronique par Larry Fast.
Ingénieur du son : David Lord, assisté par Neil Perry.
Enregistré chez Peter, mixé aux Crescent Studios, Bath.

Sorti en Septembre 1982

Singles :

Septembre 82 – Shock The Monkey/Soft Dog
Decembre 82 – I Have The Touch/Across The River

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

Seb

4/5

C’est un disque que je n’aimais pas du tout. J’ai mis beaucoup de temps à l’aimer, je passais totalement a coté. Peter a le don pour faire des chansons insaisissables ! Mais On the air, DIY, Indigo et autres White Shadow sont de vrais bijoux ! Sur ce disque, il y a ce qui est peut être la plus belle chanson de Peter : Mother of Violence, une mélodie a tomber par terre tellement elle est belle et douce et envoutante… aah, rien que d’y penser j’en rêve… walking the streets… with her naked feet… sublime…

Tracklist

(Gabriel)

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 air
On the air
On the air

Every morning I’m out at dawn with the dwarfs and tramps
For 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.

On the air
On the air
On the air

Leaving the car down the leafy lane,
Turning out Tarzan for my Jungle Jane.
Anyone at all, from Captain Zero
And 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 Mozo is here!

On the air
On the air
On the air

(Gabriel)

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y.
Don’t tell me what I will do, ‘cos I won’t.
Don’t tell me to believe in you, ‘cos I don’t.
Be on your guard, better hostile and hard, don’t risk affection;
Like flesh to the bone in the no-go zone,
You’re still looking for the Resurrection.
Come up to me with your “What did you say?”
And I’ll tell you, straight in the eye:

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)

Everyone wants to be what he not, what he not.
Nobody happy with what he got, what he got.
You function like a dummy with a new ventriloquist,
Do you say nothing yourself?
Hanging like a thriller on the final twist,
Is it true you’re getting stuck on the shelf?
Come up to me with your “What did you say?”
And I’ll tell you, straight in the eye:

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)

When things get so big, I don’t trust them at all,
You want some control, you’ve got to keep it small.

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)

(J.Gabriel/P.Gabriel)

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 there
Is the subtle flavor in the air.
Getting hard to breathe,
Getting hard to believe in anything at all
But Fear.

(Gabriel)

Saturday is shopping day and I drive my car but there’s no place to park it,
No respect for supermen in the supermarket.
I guess there must be trouble but I’ve not been alerted;
Looking round the store, it was all deserted
And I’m stranded here with my empty basket,
So full of questions but nowhere to ask it.

By the one way out, strange voice shouts,
“Don’t let that good man out!”
“Have a wonderful day in our one-way world,
One way, one day;
Have a wonderful day in our one-way world,
One way, one day;
One-way man, one-way mind, get along with mankind.”

There’s an old man on the floor so I summon my charm,
I say, “Hey scumbag, has there been an alarm?”
He says “Yeah, I been selling off eternal youth,
They all got afraid, ‘cos I’m the living proof.
My name is Einstein, do you know time is a curve?”
I said, “Stop, old man! You’ve got a nerve,
‘cos there’s only one rule that I observe:
Time is money, and money I serve.”

By the one way out, strange voice shouts,
“Don’t let that good man out!”
“Have a wonderful day in our one-way world,
One way, one day;
Have a wonderful day in our one-way world,
One way, one day;
One-way man, one-way mind, get along with mankind.”

(Gabriel)

Ten coaches roll into the dust, chrome windows turned to rust.
Hang on inside, they know they must, hanging on the green-backed words
“In God We Trust.”
No one knows if the spirit died, all wrapped to go like Kentucky Fried,
Trying to read the flight of birds, low on fuel, getting low on words.

And she comes out like a white shadow,
She comes out like a white shadow.

Each one drawn to empty spaces, outsiders, borderline cases.
It’s hard to tell black from white when you wake up in the middle of the
night.
Weighted down by the absence of sound, broken now by the cry of a hound,
Looking for movement within the haze, light can be deceptive with her rays.

And she comes out like a white shadow,
And she comes out like a white shadow,
She comes out like a white shadow.

(Gabriel)

It’s too late, this model’s out of date.
Got every spare part, but there ain’t much heart inside here.
Not like the start, I was good at the art of survival;
I’ve always tried to keep my feelings deep inside
Where I can hide them, now I’m open wide.

When it ends, again I’ll see my friends,
They’ll give me a lift, I’ve been running adrift, so easy…
Shifting the gear, I’ve got nothing to fear from a showdown,
I’ll go down quiet.
And the kids downstairs making a hell of a din,
I’m all alone, getting a quote for the wages of sin.

Beyond the indigo, indigo,
Where the chilly winds, winds will blow,
My time is running low.
Going to cross the dark, dark river,
Going to see my good life-giver,
Better cover my yellow liver.

All right, I’m giving up the fight,
I didn’t know when I’d be a stranger again in my own land.
The days are okay, but oh, how I hate these long nights.
You understand?
Darling, please just hold my hand.
You feel so warm, in the eye of the storm,
I’m going away, I’m going away, I’m going away.
See you again someday…
Darling, I’m going away.
Feel like I’m going away, this time I’m going away.

(Gabriel)

What did you mean when you opened your mouth and let all our secrets out?
You told him what I was about, my cover was completely blown.
I tell you darling, I’ve been watching the war films
And I’ve got a few ideas of my own,
‘cos after the film had ended, the call for recruits was shown,

And I’ll be joining the professionals, I want to be a man.
With all that animal magic I’ll do anything you can.
I’m joining the professionals ‘cos I want to be a man,
Look! I wave my wand, watch the rabbit disappear…
Join the professionals and learn to fight!

I bet the two of you still laugh at me for being timid as a lamb;
That may be the way I look, but it’s no longer what I am.
I’ve been across to Northern Ireland,
And I came home with a new kind of charge:
I learned how to hunt in the night, I learned about camouflage.

I’ve been joining the professionals, and now that I’m a man
With all that animal magic I’ll match anything you can.
I’m joining the professionals, this time I understand,
Look! I wave my wand, watch the rabbit disappear…
Join the professionals and learn to fight!

(Gabriel/Fripp)

Exposure

Space is what I need, it’s what I feed on.

Exposure

Out in the open…

(Gabriel)

Doing nothing, stuck in the mud, just pumping the blood.
The water level’s getting low, something ugly’s going to show.

If only I could touch you, I guess you’d be alarmed.
If only I could touch you, I don’t mean you no harm.

If only I could touch you, like the wind can touch the sail,
If only I could touch you, darling, now that words have failed.
Oh, flotsam still afloat,
Oh, jetsam thrown out of the boat.

Oh love, my love, nothing here is what it seems.
We both know it; Christ, you show it…
Oh, oh my love.

(Gabriel)

I need perspective, ‘cos I’m facing the wall.
I need perspective, ‘cos I’m not that tall.
I need perspective, heard the trumpet call.
Don’t trust my eyes, want to know where things fall.

I need perspective, party time for the newly wed.
I need perspective, colors ran as the images bled.
I need perspective, like confetti on the flower bed.
Don’t trust my eyes, priest crying he’s got fire in his head.

Oh Gaia, if that’s your name,
Treat you like dirt, but I don’t want to blame.
Oh Gaia, the wind heals the fire and blows the ash away.

I need perspective, sitting in a long, long hall.
I need perspective, staring at the white, white wall.
I need perspective, waiting for the phone to call.
Don’t trust my eyes, there’s one thing I’ve got to tell you all.

I need perspective, to see through red, red skies.
I need perspective, to carry merchandise.
I need perspective, I don’t trust my eyes.

Oh Gaia, if that’s your name,
Treat you like dirt, but I don’t want to blame.
Oh Gaia, the wind heals the fire and blows the ash away.

I used to be an industrial giant,
Sitting in a garden full of chemical plants.
Trying very hard to get you off my mind.
Acting like any man, taking you for all I can,
Just the same, the same as all my kind, so blind.

I need perspective.

(Gabriel)

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 said
About in our Home Sweet Home.

Infos générales


Produit par Robert Fripp.
Enregistré à Relight Studios, Hilvarenbeek, Hollande et Hit Factory, New York City.
Mixé à the Hit Factory and Trident Studios, London.
Ingénieurs du son : Steve Short, Ed Sprigg, Michael Getlin et Steve Tayler.

Sorti en Juin 1978

Singles :

Septembre 78 – D.I.Y/Mother of Violence/Me and My Teddy Bear