Pinwheel of Death

Peter Gabriel


SONGS

Writers Anthony Banks, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, Steve Hackett, Michael Rutherford

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1971

Lyrics SUNDAY AT SIX
WHEN THEY CLOSE
BOTH THE GATES
A WIDOWED PAIR,
STILL SITTING THERE.
WONDER IF THEY'RE LATE
FOR CHURCH
AND IT'S COLD
SO THEY FASTEN
THEIR COATS
AND CROSS THE GRASS,
THEY'RE ALWAYS LAST.

PASSING BY
THE PADLOCKED SWINGS,
THE ROUNDABOUT
STILL TURNING,
AHEAD THEY SEE
A SMALL GIRL
ON HER WAY HOME
WITH A PRAM.

INSIDE THE ARCHWAY
THE PRIEST GREETS THEM
WITH A COURTEOUS NOD.
HE'S CLOSE TO GOD.
LOOKING BACK
AT DAYS OF FOUR
INSTEAD OF TWO.
YEARS SEEM SO FEW,
HEADS BENT IN PRAYER,
FOR FRIENDS NOT THERE.

LEAVING TWOPENCE
ON THE PLATE,
THEY HURRY
DOWN THE PATH
AND OUT THE GATE
AND WAIT
TO BOARD THE BUS
THAT AMBLES
DOWN THE STREET.
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, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, Steve Hackett, Michael Rutherford

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1971

Lyrics 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 AM 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 OLD SOUL.
AND A MERRY OLD SOUL
WAS HE.
SO HE CALLED
FOR HIS PIPE,
AND HE CALLED
FOR HIS BOWL,
AND HE CALLED
FOR HIS FIDDLERS THREE.

THE CLOCK,
TICK TOCK,
ON THE MANTLEPIECE,
AND I WANT,
AND I FEEL,
AND I KNOW,
AND I TOUCH,
THE WALL.

SHE'S A LADY,
SHE'S GOT TIME.
BRUSH BACK YOUR HAIR
AND LET ME
GET TO KNOW YOUR FACE.
SHE'S A LADY,
SHE'S MINE.
BRUSH BACK YOUR 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,
NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW,
NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW,
NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW,
NOW, NOW, NOW......
Writers Anthony Banks, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, Michael Rutherford

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1972

Lyrics A CARVED OAK TABLE
TELLS A TALE,
OF TIMES
WHEN KINGS AND QUEENS
SIPPED WINE
FROM GOBLETS GOLD,
AND THE BRAVE
WOULD LEAD THEIR LADIES
FROM OUT THE ROOM
TO ARBORS COOL.
A TIME OF VALOR,
AND LEGENDS BORN,
A TIME WHEN HONOR
MEANT MUCH MORE
TO A MAN THAN LIFE,
AND THE DAYS
KNEW ONLY STRIFE
TO TELL RIGHT
FROM WRONG
THROUGH LANCE
AND SWORD.

WHY, WHY,
CAN WE NEVER BE SURE
TILL WE DIE
OR HAVE KILLED
FOR AN ANSWER,
WHY, WHY,
DO WE SUFFER EACH RACE
TO BELIEVE
THAT NO RACE
HAS BEEN GRANDER?
IT SEEMS BECAUSE
THROUGH TIME AND SPACE,
THOUGH NAMES MAY CHANGE
EACH FACE
RETAINS THE MASK
IT WORE.

A DUSTY TABLE,
MUSTY SMELLS,
TARNISHED SILVER
LIES DISCARDED
UPON THE FLOOR,
ONLY FEEBLE LIGHT
DESCENDS
THROUGH A FILM OF GREY
THAT SCARS THE PANES.
GONE THE CARVING,
AND THOSE
WHO LEFT THEIR MARK,
GONE THE KINGS
AND QUEENS,
NOW ONLY THE RATS
HOLD SWAY,
AND THE WEAK MUST DIE
ACCORDING TO
NATURE'S LAW
AS OLD AS THEY.

WHY, WHY,
CAN WE NEVER BE SURE
TILL WE DIE
OR HAVE KILLED
FOR AN ANSWER,
WHY, WHY,
DO WE SUFFER EACH RACE
TO BELIEVE
THAT NO RACE
HAS BEEN GRANDER?
IT SEEMS BECAUSE
THROUGH TIME
AND SPACE,
THOUGH NAMES
MAY CHANGE
EACH FACE RETAINS
THE MASK IT WORE.
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, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, Steve Hackett, Michael Rutherford

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1972

Lyrics WATCHER OF THE SKIES,
WATCHER OF ALL,
HIS IS A WORLD ALONE,
NO WORLD IS HIS OWN.
HE WHOM LIFE
CAN NO LONGER SURPRISE,
RAISING HIS EYES
BEHOLDS
A PLANET UNKNOWN.

CREATURES SHAPED
THIS PLANET'S SOIL,
NOW THEIR REIGN
HAS COME TO AN END,
HAS LIFE AGAIN
DESTROYED LIFE?
DO THEY PLAY ELSEWHERE,
OR DO THEY KNOW MORE
THAN THEIR CHILDHOOD GAMES?
MAYBE THE LIZARD'S
SHEDDED ITS TAIL,
THIS IS THE END
OF MAN'S LONG UNION
WITH EARTH.

JUDGE NOT THIS RACE
BY EMPTY REMAINS,
DO YOU JUDGE GOD
BY HIS CREATURES
WHEN THEY ARE DEAD?
FOR NOW THE LIZARD'S
SHEDDED ITS TAIL,
THIS IS THE END
OF MAN'S LONG UNION
WITH EARTH.

FROM LIFE ALONE,
TO LIFE AS ONE,
THINK NOT
YOUR JOURNEY DONE.
FOR THOUGH YOUR SHIP
BE STURDY,
NO MERCY HAS THE SEA,
WILL YOU SURVIVE
ON THE OCEAN OF BEING?
COME ANCIENT CHILDREN,
HEAR WHAT I SAY,
THIS IS
MY PARTING COUNCIL
FOR YOU ON YOUR WAY.

SADLY NOW
YOUR THOUGHTS
TORN TO THE STARS,
WHERE WE HAVE GONE,
YOU KNOW
YOU NEVER CAN GO.
WATCHER OF THE SKIES,
WATCHER OF ALL,
THIS IS YOUR FATE ALONE,
THIS FATE IS YOUR OWN.
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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