Pinwheel of Death

Anthony Phillips


SONGS

Writers Anthony Banks, Peter Gabriel, Anthony Phillips, Michael Rutherford

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1971

Lyrics TELL ME
MY LIFE
IS ABOUT TO BEGIN,
TELL ME
THAT I AM A HERO,
PROMISE ME
ALL OF
YOUR VIOLENT DREAMS,
LIGHT UP
YOUR BODY WITH ANGER.
NOW IN THIS
UGLY WORLD
IT IS TIME
TO DESTROY THIS EVIL.
NOW WHEN I GIVE
THE WORD,
ARE YOU READY
TO FIGHT
FOR YOUR FREEDOM
NOW?
STAND UP AND FIGHT,
FOR YOU KNOW
YOU ARE RIGHT,
WE MUST STRIKE
AT THE LIES
THAT HAVE SPREAD
LIKE DISEASE
THROUGH OUR MINDS.
SOON WE'LL HAVE POWER,
EVERY SOLDIER
WILL REST,
AND WE'LL SPREAD OUT
OUR KINDNESS
TO ALL OUR LOVE
NOW DESERVE.
SOME OF YOU
ARE GONNA DIE,
MARTYRS OF COURSE
TO THE FREEDOM
THAT I SHALL PROVIDE.

I'LL GIVE YOU
THE NAMES
OF THOSE
YOU MUST KILL,
ALL MUST DIE
WITH THEIR CHILDREN.
CARRY THEIR HEADS
TO THE PALACE OF OLD,
HANG THEM ON STAKES,
LET THE BLOOD FLOW!
NOW IN THIS
HATE-FILLED WORLD,
WE MUST BREAK
ALL THE CHAINS
THAT HAVE BOUND US,
NOW THE CRUSADE
HAS BEGUN,
WE SHALL MAKE THIS
A LAND
FIT FOR HEROES.
STAND UP AND FIGHT,
FOR YOU KNOW
YOU ARE RIGHT,
WE MUST STRIKE
AT THE LIES
THAT HAVE SPREAD
LIKE DISEASE
THROUGH OUR MINDS.
SOON WE'LL HAVE POWER,
EVERY SOLDIER
WILL REST,
AND WE'LL SPREAD OUT
OUR KINDNESS
TO ALL OUR LOVE
NOW DESERVE.
SOME OF YOU
ARE GONNA DIE,
MARTYRS OF COURSE
TO THE FREEDOM
I SHALL PROVIDE.
Writers Anthony Banks, Peter Gabriel, Anthony Phillips, Michael Rutherford

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1971

Lyrics LOOKING FOR SOMEONE,
I GUESS I'M DOING THAT,
TRYING TO FIND A MEMORY
IN A DARK ROOM.
DIRTY MAN,
YOU'RE LOOKING
LIKE A BUDDHA,
I KNOW YOU WELL.
YEA, UGH.
KEEP ON
A STRAIGHT LINE,
I DON'T BELIEVE
I CAN,
TRYING TO FIND
A NEEDLE
IN A HAYSTACK.
CHILLY WIND,
YOU'RE PIERCING
LIKE A DAGGER,
IT HURTS ME SO.
YEA, UGH.

NOBODY NEEDS
TO DISCOVER ME,
I'M BACK AGAIN.
YOU SEE THE SUNLIGHT
THROUGH THE SKIES
TO KEEP YOU WARM
IN PEACEFUL SHADES
OF GREEN.
YET IN THE DARKNESS
OF MY MIND,
DAMASCUS
WASN'T FAR BEHIND.

LOST IN A SUBWAY,
I GUESS I'M LOSING TIME.
THERE'S A MAN
LOOKING AT A MAGAZINE,
YOU'RE SUCH A FOOL,
YOUR MUMBO-JUMBO
NEVER TELLS ME
ANYTHING.
YEAH, UGH.

NOBODY NEEDS
TO DISCOVER ME,
I'M BACK AGAIN,
YOU FEEL THE ASHES
FROM THE FIRE
THAT KEPT YOU WARM.
IT'S COMFORT DISAPPEARS,
AND STILL THE ONLY FRIEND
I KNOW
WILL NEVER TELL ME
WHERE TO GO.

LOOKING FOR SOMEONE,
AND NOW I'VE FOUND MYSELF
A NAME.
COME AWAY,
LEAVE ME,
ALL THAT I HAVE
I WILL GIVE.
LEAVE ME,
LEAVE ME,
ALL THAT I AM
I WILL GIVE.
Writers Anthony Banks, Peter Gabriel, Anthony Phillips, Michael Rutherford

Genres Classic Rock, Rock, Ballad

Recorded 1971

Lyrics STANDING IN A FOREST
GAZING AT THE SUN,
LOOKING AT THE TREES
BUT THERE'S NOT
EVEN ONE.
SEES A RIPPLING STREAM
THAT SMILES
AND THEN GOES BY,
RUNS TO FEEL
IT'S COMFORT
BUT THE WATER'S DRY.
I SEE HER FACE
AND RUN
TO TAKE HER HAND,
WHY SHE'S NEVER THERE
I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND.
THE TRUMPETS SOUND,
MY WHOLE WORLD
CRUMBLES DOWN.
VISIONS OF ANGELS
ALL AROUND
DANCE IN THE SKY.
LEAVING ME HERE,
FOREVER,
GOODBYE.

AS THE LEAVES
WILL CRUMBLE,
SO WILL MY LOVE,
FOR THE FRAGILE BEAUTY
OF OUR LIVES
MUST FADE.
THOUGH I ONCE REMEMBER
ECHOES OF MY YOUTH,
NOW I SENSE NO PAST,
NO LOVE
THAT ENDS IN LOVE.
TAKE THIS DREAM
THE STARS
HAVE FILLED WITH LIGHT,
AS THE BLOSSOM
GLIDES LIKE SNOWFLAKES
FROM THE TREES,
IN VENGEANCE
TO A GOD
NO ONE CAN REACH.
VISIONS OF ANGELS
ALL AROUND
DANCE IN THE SKY.
LEAVING ME HERE,
FOREVER,
GOODBYE.

ICE IS MOVING,
AND THE WORLD'S
BEGUN TO FREEZE,
SEE THE SUNLIGHT
STOPPED,
AND DEADENED
BY THE BREEZE.
MINDS ARE EMPTY,
BODIES
MORE INSENSITIVE,
SOME BELIEVE
THAT WHEN THEY DIE
THEY REALLY LIVE,
I BELIEVE
THERE NEVER IS AN END.
GOD GAVE UP THIS WORLD,
ITS PEOPLE LONG AGO,
WHY SHE'S NEVER THERE
I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND.
VISIONS OF ANGELS
ALL AROUND
DANCE IN THE SKY.
LEAVING ME HERE,
FOREVER,
GOODBYE.
Writers Anthony Banks, Peter Gabriel, Anthony Phillips, Michael Rutherford

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1971

Lyrics THIN HUNG THE WEB
LIKE A TRAP IN A CAGE,
THE FOX LAY ASLEEP
IN HIS LAIR.
FANGS,
FRANTIC PAWS,
TOLD THE TALE
OF HIS SIN,
FAR OFF
THE CHASE
SHRIEKED REVENGE.
OUTCAST
HE TRESPASSSED
WHERE NO WOLF
MAY TREAD,
THE LAST SACRED HAUNT
OF THE DEAD.
HE LEARNT OF A TRUTH
WHICH ONLY ONE WOLF
MAY KNOW,
THE SCEPTER
AND CROWN
OF THE KING.
HOWLING FOR BLOOD,
ONE-EYE LEADS
ON THE PACK,
PLUNGING
THROUGH FOREST
AND SNOWSTORM.

STEEP ROSE THE RIDGE,
GHOSTLY PEAKS
CLIMBED THE SKY,
FANG SPED THROUGH JUNGLES
OF ICE.
HARD ON HIS TAIL,
ONE-EYE DREW
FROM THE PACK,
AN OLD HERO
CONQUERED BY NONE.
STEEP,
FOR TOO STEEP
GREW THE PATHWAY AHEAD,
DESCENT
WAS THE ONLY ESCAPE,
A WOLF NEVER FLEES
IN THE FACE OF HIS FOE,
FANG KNEW THE PRICE
HE WOULD PAY.
ONE-EYE STOOD
BEFORE HIM
WITH A CROWN
UPON HIS HEAD,
SCEPTER RAISED
TO DEAL
THE DEADLY BLOW.

FANG,
SON OF GREAT FANG,
THE TRAITOR WE SEEK,
THE LAWS OF THE BRETHREN
SAY THIS:
THAT ONLY THE KING
SEES THE CROWN
OF THE GODS,
AND HE,
THE USURPER
MUST DIE.
SNARLING,
HE TORE
AT THE THROAT
OF HIS FOE,
BUT FANG FOUGHT
THE HERD IN VAIN,
DAWN SAW
THE WHITE MOUNTAIN
TINTED WITH RED,
NEVER
WOULD THE CROWN
LEAVE AGAIN.
ONE-EYE
HID THE CROWN
AND WITH LAURELS
ON HIS HEAD,
RETURNED
AMONGST THE TRIBE
AND DWELT IN PEACE.
 

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