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Come talk to me. Come talk to me. The earthly power sucks shadowed milk. From sleepy tears undone. From nippled skin as smooth as silk. The bugles blow 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.
Hiding out in treetops, shouting out rude names. Whistling tunes, we hide 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. If looks could kill, they probably will. In games without frontiers, war without ...
This is a beautiful song. When I last saw Peter Gabriel in concert (have seen him 3 times now), he talked about this song. He and his father had never been really close. As he grew older, his father developed some sort of painful disability, and one of the best therapies was for Peter and his father to sit back to back, arm linked to arm.
I view it as people around him growing more cynical and the older he gets, thinking that either life wasn't worth ... in "background-noise". From pluralism to political correctness, few dare to "tell wrong from right". Maybe Peter Gabriel is trying to wipe out the noise by transmitting clear messages. Germon June 13, 2004 Link. No ...
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.
19 de dic. de 2012 · 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.
