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Rating: I consider Peter Gabriel an extraordinary angel with multiple abilities, who manages to fulfill his role of communication between earth and the infinite, between man and God, he can paint with sound the perfect images of Jesus' sorrow, and everything beyond this life, he gives sensitive people the opportunity to reconnect with their deceased loved ones. "Passion," "Birdy," part of "Up," and part of "Ovo" can, as mentioned, give those with the gift of sensitivity the perception of the extraordinary connection between life and the meaning of life's value with sound, rhythm, and melody.
This may seem difficult, but it is real and possible; few receive and translate it, but that's just how it is. I find a spontaneous, united, and sought-after reflection also in other angels like Robert Smith or David Sylvian, who have the ability to take you to unexplored places on the edge of being, and as Sylvian says Everything and Nothing with God you can go with everything and or nothing.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
05 Father, Son (04:56)
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 seperate 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
06 The Tower That Ate People (04:49)
There’s a bump in the basement
There’s a knocking on the wall
In the pumping of the pistons
I swear I heard you 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 floorboards
No shutting out the sound
And the workers down 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
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 (And on this land, we cast our fortune)
Till there’s no misunderstanding (And on this ground, we make our home)
You make up what you like
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
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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 we’re building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building
12 Make Tomorrow (10:18)
Put on the dress in which you were married
Pull down the veil til 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
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow today
Put back the photo under your 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
Then 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 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 all struggling for
What's it all really worth
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
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