Passion
Instrumantal
Peter Gabriel
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Here Comes the Flood
When the night shows
The signals grow on radios
All the strange things
They come and go as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen Easter tide
There’s no point in direction we cannot even choose a side
I took the old track
The hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
They were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
And as the nail sunk in the cloud the rain was warm and soaked the crowd
[Chorus]
Lord, here comes the flood
We’ll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent, in any still alive
It’ll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you’re running dry
When the flood calls
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You’re a thousand minds, within a flash
Don’t be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there’s only you and me
And if we break before the dawn they’ll use up what we used to be
Lord, here comes the flood
We’ll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent, in any still alive
It’ll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you’re running dry
Lord, here comes the flood
We’ll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent, in any still alive
It’ll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you’re running dry
Drink up, dreamers, you’re running dry
Peter Gabriel
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Solsbury hill
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
(I) just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
“Son,” he said “Grab your things,
I’ve come to take you home.”
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To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Though my life was in a rut
‘Til I thought of what I’d say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
“Hey” he said “Grab your things
I’ve come to take you home.”
(Ay, back home.)
When illusion spin her net
I’m never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don’t need a replacement
Peter Gabriel
I’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
“Hey” I said “You can keep my things,
they’ve come to take me home.”
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Unlocking the Door
Instrumental
Peter Gabriel
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White ashes
Mamma’s little boy has fallen down,
Mamma’s little boy has hit the ground.
Now he’s gone, Ian is gone,
his time is done.
The weight of a dream
can take you down.
White, white ashes, building crashes down.
So well, pretend it’s all well conceived,
Build solid as steel, stuff we believe.
Now he’s gone. Ian is gone,
his time is done.
The weight of a dream
can bring you down.
The weight of a dream
can bring you down.
White, white ashes, building crashes down.
White, white ashes, building crashes down.
Mamma’s little boy, doing good.
Mamma’s little boy did all he could.
Now he’s gone, Ian is gone, time is done.
The weight of a dream
can bring you down.
The weight of a dream
can bring you down.
White, white ashes, building crashes down
Peter Gabriel
White,