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  • radcla
    00 12/18/2007 3:50 PM
    Tanto per iniziare, una canzone mitica con un Peter Gabriel irriconoscibile per quanto era giovane!
    A presto con ulteriori contributi, nel frattempo sono ben accetti i contributi di altri.

    The Musical Box

    Play me "Old King Cole"
    that I may join with you,
    all your hearts now seem so far from me
    it hardly seems to matter now.

    And the nurse will tell you lies
    of a Kingdom beyond the skies.
    But I'm lost within this half-world,
    it hardly seems to matter now.

    Play me my song,
    here it comes again.
    Play me my song,
    here it comes again.

    Just a little bit,
    just a little bit more time,
    time left to live out my life.

    Play me my song,
    here it comes again.
    Play me my song,
    here it comes again.

    Old King Cole was a merry ould soul,
    and a merry old soul was he.
    So he called for his pipe,
    and he called for his bowl,
    and he called the his fiddlers three.

    And the clock, tick tock,
    on the mantlepiece,
    and I want,
    and I fell,
    and I know,
    and I touch the wall.

    She's a lady, she's got time.
    Brush back you hair, and let me get to know your face.
    She's a lady, she's mine.
    Brush back you hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

    I've been waiting here for so long
    and all this time that passed me by.
    It doesn't seem to matter now.
    You stand there with your fixed expression
    casting doubt on all I have to say.
    Why don't you touch me, touch me?
    Why don't you touch me, touch me?
    Touch me now, now now, now, now ...
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    00 12/18/2007 3:55 PM
    La migliore band di sempre. [SM=x44476] [SM=x44476] [SM=x44476] [SM=x44476] [SM=x44476]


    Io seguo sempre il gregge.

    Sono il lupo.

  • radcla
    00 12/18/2007 4:11 PM
    Supper's Ready

    Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off.
    Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.
    As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time,
    I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right.
    ...And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue
    Hey my baby don't you know our love is true.

    Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies.
    Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright,
    Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.
    The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
    ...And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you.
    Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true.

    I've been so far from here,
    Far from your warm arms.
    It's good to feel you again,
    It's been a long long time. Hasn't it?


    I know a farmer who looks after the farm.
    With water clear, he cares for all his harvest.
    I know a fireman who looks after the fire.

    You, can't you see he's fooled you all.
    Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all.
    Share his peace,
    Sign the lease.
    He's a supersonic scientist,
    He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.
    Look, look into my mouth he cries,
    And all the children lost down many paths,
    I bet my life you'll walk inside
    Hand in hand,
    gland in gland
    With a spoonful of miracle,
    He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary.
    We will rock you, rock you little snake,
    We will keep you snug and warm.


    Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest,
    We walked across the fields to see the children of the West,
    But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors
    standing still below the ground,
    Waiting for battle.

    The fight's begun, they've been released.
    Killing foe for peace...bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang...
    And they're giving me a wonderful potion,
    'Cos I cannot contain my emotion.
    And even though I'm feeling good,
    Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule.

    Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate.
    The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord.


    Wandering through the chaos the battle has left,
    We climb up a mountain of human flesh,
    To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
    A young figure sits still by a pool,
    He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool.
    (He is you)
    Social Security took care of this lad.
    We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
    A flower?


    If you go down to Willow Farm,
    to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies
    Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies,
    like the fox on the rocks,
    and the musical box.
    Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad,
    and everyone's happy to be here.

    There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag,
    he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.
    The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an egg,
    the egg was a bird.
    (Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)
    Hadn't you heard?
    (They're going to change you into a human being!)
    Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese,
    and wonderfully clean in the morning.

    We've got everything, we're growing everything,
    We've got some in
    We've got some out
    We've got some wild things floating about
    Everyone, we're changing everyone,
    you name them all,
    We've had them here,
    And the real stars are still to appear.


    Feel your body melt;
    Mum to mud to mad to dad
    Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,
    You're all full of ball.

    Dad to dam to dum to mum
    Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing,
    You're all full of ball.

    Let me hear you lies, we're living this up to the eyes.
    Momma I want you now.

    And as you listen to my voice
    To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.
    You've been here all the time,
    Like it or not, like what you got,
    You're under the soil (the soil, the soil),
    Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil, the soil!).
    So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang
    and all of us fit in our places.

    APOCALYPSE IN 9/8 (Co-Starring the delicious talents of Gabble Ratchet)

    With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
    The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
    Dragons coming out of the sea,
    Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
    He brings down the fire from the skies,
    You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.
    Better not compromise.
    It won't be easy.

    666 is no longer alone,
    He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
    And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
    Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
    Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
    In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.

    And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
    Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true,
    I've been so far from here,
    Far from your loving arms,
    Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.

    AS SURE AS EGGS IS EGGS (Aching Men's Feet)

    Can't you feel our souls ignite
    Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading night,
    Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows
    We have finally been freed to get back home.

    There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a loud voice,
    "This is the supper of the mighty one",
    Lord of Lords,
    King of Kings,
    Has returned to lead his children home,
    To take them to the new Jerusalem
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    00 12/18/2007 4:56 PM
    Opere D'Arte!!!
    I Genesis di Peter Gabriel hanno concepito vere e proprie opere d'arte sotto forma di musica/teatro. Supper's Ready, The Musical Box e Watcher of the Skies per me sono l'apice assoluto del Genio di Peter Gabriel e della maestria tecnica di Hackett-Banks-Rutherford e Collins!!!
  • radcla
    00 12/18/2007 5:43 PM
    Fly/ Windshield, Carpet Crawlers

  • radcla
    00 12/18/2007 8:05 PM
    The Cinema Show

    Home from work our Juliet
    Clears her morning meal.
    She dabs her skin with pretty smells
    Concealing to appeal.
    I will make my bed,
    She said, but turned to go.
    Can she be late for her cinema show?

    Romeo locks his basement flat,
    And scurries up the stair.
    With head held high and floral tie,
    A weekend millionaire.
    I will make my bed
    With her tonight, he cries.
    Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?

    Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,
    Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
    I have crossed between the poles, for me there's no mystery.
    Once a man, like the sea I raged,
    Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
    There es in fact more earth than sea
  • radcla
    00 12/18/2007 8:14 PM
    Firth Of Fifth

    The path is clear, though no eyes can see
    The course laid down long before
    And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen
    Though many times they've seen the way to leave

    He rides majestic, past homes of men
    Who care not or gaze with joy
    To see reflected there, the trees, the sky, the lily fair
    The scene of death is lying just below

    The mountains cut off the town from view
    Like a cancer growth is removed by skill
    Let it be revealed

    A waterfall, his madrigal
    An inland sea, his symphony

    Undinal songs urge the sailors on
    'Till lured by the siren's cry...

    Now as the river dissolve in sea
    So Neptune has claimed another soul
    And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen
    Until the shepherd leads his flock away

    The sands of time were eroded by
    The river of constant change