35 years of music and Peter Gabriel is still my fave
Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 11:49 am
I have listened to thousands of vocalists over the years and I have still never heard anyone who moves me as much as he does, both as a lyricist and a vocalist. (Plus, Tony Levin is his long-time bassist -- he's amazing)
Like me, he also suffers from depression and I am in awe that he still produced an impressive catalogue and continues to perform at an amazing level today.
Among my favourites: Mercy Street, Red Rain, Here Comes The Flood, In Your Eyes.
And the dual native-themed Rhythm of the Heat and San Jacinto. If you have a good set of headphones, dim the lights, close your eyes and be transported to the American west. Both have slow build-ups to devastating climaxes.
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzwMe-3XVn4[/video]
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwPRC2xJrE0[/video]
Mercy Street are my favourite lyrics -- he wrote them about the poet Anne Sexton, who committed suicide.
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoVVxom8GpY[/video]
Mercy Street -- for Anne Sexton
Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real
All of the buildings, all of those cars
Were once just a dream
In somebody's head
She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seam
Le'ts take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness comes
Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day
There in the midst of it so alive and alone
Words support like bone
Dreaming of mercy street
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of mercy street
'swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms
Pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness, word upon word
Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
To the priest-he's the doctor
He can handle the shocks
Dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
Of kissing Mary's lips
Dreaming of mercy street
Wear your insides out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of mercy street
'swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Anne, with her father is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea
Like me, he also suffers from depression and I am in awe that he still produced an impressive catalogue and continues to perform at an amazing level today.
Among my favourites: Mercy Street, Red Rain, Here Comes The Flood, In Your Eyes.
And the dual native-themed Rhythm of the Heat and San Jacinto. If you have a good set of headphones, dim the lights, close your eyes and be transported to the American west. Both have slow build-ups to devastating climaxes.
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzwMe-3XVn4[/video]
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwPRC2xJrE0[/video]
Mercy Street are my favourite lyrics -- he wrote them about the poet Anne Sexton, who committed suicide.
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoVVxom8GpY[/video]
Mercy Street -- for Anne Sexton
Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real
All of the buildings, all of those cars
Were once just a dream
In somebody's head
She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seam
Le'ts take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness comes
Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day
There in the midst of it so alive and alone
Words support like bone
Dreaming of mercy street
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of mercy street
'swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms
Pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness, word upon word
Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
To the priest-he's the doctor
He can handle the shocks
Dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
Of kissing Mary's lips
Dreaming of mercy street
Wear your insides out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of mercy street
'swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Anne, with her father is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea
