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What can be said about this double live album filled with increasingly tighter engagements with the adorable and ever-loyal audience?
Songs ranging from rock to the deepest mysticism, from the most blinding sun to the darkest night, an expansive freedom of expression from an artist who has never given up even in the face of countless challenges, always believed in himself and the works that would be born afterward. One of the many geniuses who created Music, as far as I'm concerned, indisputable, but you are free to comment in a properly musically democratic language.
First live album taken from concerts in America and Canada, from new recordings, studio arrangements, and the unreleased tracks "D. I. Y" and "I Go Swimming". Sixteen fantastic and highly engaging tracks, and how could one remain still at a concert by Peter, a shapeshifting stage animal? What memories I have...
"The Rhythm Of The Heat" drums, percussion, and steady rhythms, excited clapping from the audience introduce Peter's scream, guitars and synthesizers that mimic the beat of a deep, dark heart that bursts into a power of compelling rhythm - "I Have The Touch" wonderful track, perennially present Levin's percussion, Rhodes' guitars, Larry's keyboards and synthesizers, what rhythm, what sounds, what galvanization - "Not One Of Us" Peter’s vocal introduction and then off we go... - "Family Snapshot" slow track, sweet and sunny, the voice and keyboards flowing into clean and well-marked percussion blows closing in a wonderful lullaby - "D.I.Y." a non-sugary, rather progressive and captivating refrain pursuit - "The Family And The Fishing Net" now plunging into the darkness of an old, gloomy, and painful memory, all instruments are poignant, spiced up with unearthly screams - "Intruder" delirious percussion, repeating falsetto refrains with electrifying instrumental prompts - "I Go Swimming" bass opening, percussion, and rhythm galore, fantastic track - "San Jacinto" an endless dream beyond borders, bells, little bells, choirs, and synthesizers - "Solsbury Hill" how can the audience stay still, encouraging Peter with clapping, shouts, and joyful whistles - "No Self Control" drums, piano, soft percussion, and solitary choirs caressing Peter’s words - "I Don't Remember" wonderful wordplay traveling in rhythm with the percussion and piano - "Shock The Monkey" and who could stop him on stage anymore, with a fantastic face paint and typical monkey gestures as if to personify our dear ancestor - "Humdrum" an engaging, wonderfully slow and calm track reminiscent of his solo career and beyond - "On The Air" the finale is approaching, and here chaos breaks loose; the evening should never end, the instruments don't stop in a general cauldron, the people scream with the little voice left - "Biko" but what better finale, goosebumps and an audience now uncontrollable.
Every single track will be an emotion to experience second by second that will catapult you into the middle of the audience at a real concert just like he did by throwing himself backward and being carried by dozens of hands.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 The Rhythm of the Heat (06:26)
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
02 I Have the Touch (04:43)
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
04 Family Snapshot (04:48)
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
05 D.I.Y. (04:06)
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, bitter, 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
Hey!
D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y.
Do it yourself
Everyone want 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
Can you say you're not being 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
Hey!
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)
When things get so big, I don't trust them at all
You want some control -- you've got to keep it small
Hey!
D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y.
D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y.
07 Intruder (04:43)
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 baited 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
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