PETER GABRIEL > Fourth Album
(Security)
1982
10/09/1982
LP: Charisma PG 4 (UK)
1987
CD : Virgin PGCD4 (UK)
2002
CD : Virgin PGCDR4 (EU) (Remaster)
01 The Rhythm Of The Heat
02 San Jacinto
03 I Have The Touch
04 The Family And The Fishing Net
05 Shock The Monkey
06 Lay Your Hands On Me
07 Wallflower
08 Kiss Of Life
Enregistrement : studio Mobile One (chez Peter)
Mixage : studio Crescent, Bath (GB)
Peter Gabriel : chant, CMI, Linn programming, batterie, Prophet
Jerry Marotta : batterie
Tony Levin : basse, stick, fretless bass
Larry Fast : Moog, Moog bass, percussions électroniques, Prophet
David Rhodes : guitares, choeurs
John Ellis : guitares, choeurs
Roberto Laneri : saxophone
Morris Pert : percussions
Stephen Paine, David Lord, Jill Gabriel, Peter Hammill : choeurs
Produit par David Lord et Peter Gabriel
The Rhythm Of The Heat
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
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 our hands
And breathe across the palms
Raising them up high
Held open to the sun
Drawn across the plainland
To the place that is higher
Drawn into the circle
That dances round the fire
We spit into our hands
And breathe across the palms
Raising them up high
Held open to the sun
Self-conscious, uncertain
I'm showered with the dust
The spirit enters 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
(Inspired by Jung's visit to the Sudan)
San Jacinto
Thick cloud - steam rising - hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me - buffalo robe - sage in bundle - rub on skin
Outside - cold air - stand, wait for rising sun
Red paint - eagle feathers - coyote calling - it has begun
Something moving in - I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying - slow - letting go of life
Medicine man lead me up through town - Indian ground - so far down
Cut up land - each house - a pool - kids wearing water wings - drink in cool
Follow dry river bed - watch scouts and guides make pow-wow signs
Past Geronimo's disco - Sit'n'Bull steakhouse - white men dream
A rattle in the old man's sack say - look at mountain top - keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow - white wind blow
I hold the line -the line of strength that pulls me through the fear
San Jacinto - I hold the line
San Jacinto - the poison bite and darkness take my sight - I hold the line
And the tears roll down my swollen cheek - think I'm losing it - getting weaker
I hold the line - I hold the line
San Jacinto - yellow eagle flies down from the sun - from the sun
We will walk - on the land
We will breathe - of the air
We will drink - from the stream
We will live - hold the line
Hold the line - Hold the line
We will live - hold the line
Hold the line
I Have The Touch
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 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
Oh give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake hands, shake 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
Shake those hands, shake those hands
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
Oh, I need contact
Yes, I need contact
Tac, tac, tac, contact
Tac, tac, tac, contact
Tac, tac, tac, contact
The Family And The Fishing Net
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are stiff upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
The sponge is full, well out of sight
All around the conversations
Icing on the warm fresh cake
Light creeps through her secret tunnel
Sucked into the open spaces
Burning out in sudden flashes
Draining blood from their well-fed faces
Desire forms in subtle whispers
Flex the muscles in denial
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the trial
Vows of sacrifice, vows of sacrifice, headless chickens, headless chickens
Dance in circles, dance in circles, they the blessed
Man and wife, undressed by all
Their grafted trunks in heat possessed
Even as the soft skins tingle
They mingle with the homeless mother
Who loves the day but lives another
That once was hers
The worried father, long lost lover
Brushes ashes with his broom
Rehearses jokes to fly and hover
Bursting over the bride and groom
And the talk goes on
Memories crash on tireless waves
- The lifeguards whom the winter saves
Memories crash on tireless waves
- The lifeguards whom the winter saves
Silence falls the guillotine
All the doors are shut
Nervous hands grip tight the knife
In the darkness, til the cake is cut and passed around
Passed around, in little pieces, in little pieces
The body,the body and the flesh
The family,the family and the fishing net, and the fishing net
Another, another in the mesh
The body and the flesh, and the flesh
Shock The Monkey
Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire
Something knocked me out ' the trees
Now I'm on my knees
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey
Fox the fox
Rat on the rat
You can ape the ape
I know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I can't take any more
Darling, don't you monkey with the monkey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Monkey, Wheels keep turning
Monkey, Something's burning
Monkey, Don't like it but I guess I'm learning
Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Cover me, when I sleep
Cover me, when I breathe
You throw your pearls before the swine
Make the monkey blind
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Monkey, Too much at stake
Monkey, Ground beneath me shake
Monkey, And the news is breaking
Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock the monkey, shock the monkey
Shock the monkey, shock the monkey
Shock the monkey to life
Lay Your Hands On Me
Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with the plastic flowers on the window sill
No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the washing of the dishes
Reaction level's much too high - I can do without the stimuli
I'm living way beyond my ways and means, living in the zone of the in-betweens
I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of cold emotion
Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent hidden spies
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
No luck, no golden chances
No mitigating circumstances now
It's only common sense
There are no accidents round here
I am willing - lay your hands on me (here)
I am ready - lay your hands on me (here)
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their garden hoses
Poolside laugh has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the cocktail satellite
I walk away from light and sound, down stairways leading underground
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
It's only common sense
There are no accidents round here
I am willing - lay your hands on me (here)
I am ready - lay your hands on me (here)
I believe - lay your hands on me , over me, over me,
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me , over me
Wallflower
6 x 6 - from wall to wall
Shutters on the windows, no light at all
Damp on the floor, you got damp in the bed
They're trying to get you crazy - get you out of your head
And they feed you scraps and they feed you lies
To lower your defences - no compromise
Nothing you can do, the day can be long
Your mind is working overtime, your body's not too strong
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can't get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on
You have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
Sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
They take you out and the light burns your eyes
To the talking room - it's no surprise
Loaded questions from clean white coats
Their eyes are all as hidden as their Hippocratic Oath
They tell you - how to behave, behave as their guest
You want to resist them, you do your best
They take you to your limits, they take you beyond
For all that they are doing there's no way to respond
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can't get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on
You have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
Sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
Though you may disappear, you're not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
You may disappear, you're not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
Kiss of Life
Kiss of life, Kiss of life
See me a big woman, big woman look how you dance
See me a big woman, big woman caught in a trance
In a trance
Dancing on the tabletop, covered up with the Easter feast
You're dancing for the fishermen, from the very large, right
to the least
Dancing for the slow release, first the boy and then the beast
Then the beast
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
See me a big woman, big woman so full of life
See me a big woman, big woman going to be my wife
Watching for the different eyes - they change your face -
they come inside
Watch for the spirits laugh and cry, watch them find a placeto hide
Watch the spirits talk in tongues, watch them take you for a ride
Down at the ocean lies a body in the sand
Big woman sits beside, head in hand
With heat from her skin and fire from her breath
She blows hard, she blows deep in the mouth of death
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
10/09/1982
LP: Charisma PG 4 (UK)
1987
CD : Virgin PGCD4 (UK)
2002
CD : Virgin PGCDR4 (EU) (Remaster)
01 The Rhythm Of The Heat
02 San Jacinto
03 I Have The Touch
04 The Family And The Fishing Net
05 Shock The Monkey
06 Lay Your Hands On Me
07 Wallflower
08 Kiss Of Life
Enregistrement : studio Mobile One (chez Peter)
Mixage : studio Crescent, Bath (GB)
Peter Gabriel : chant, CMI, Linn programming, batterie, Prophet
Jerry Marotta : batterie
Tony Levin : basse, stick, fretless bass
Larry Fast : Moog, Moog bass, percussions électroniques, Prophet
David Rhodes : guitares, choeurs
John Ellis : guitares, choeurs
Roberto Laneri : saxophone
Morris Pert : percussions
Stephen Paine, David Lord, Jill Gabriel, Peter Hammill : choeurs
Produit par David Lord et Peter Gabriel
The Rhythm Of The Heat
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
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 our hands
And breathe across the palms
Raising them up high
Held open to the sun
Drawn across the plainland
To the place that is higher
Drawn into the circle
That dances round the fire
We spit into our hands
And breathe across the palms
Raising them up high
Held open to the sun
Self-conscious, uncertain
I'm showered with the dust
The spirit enters 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
(Inspired by Jung's visit to the Sudan)
San Jacinto
Thick cloud - steam rising - hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me - buffalo robe - sage in bundle - rub on skin
Outside - cold air - stand, wait for rising sun
Red paint - eagle feathers - coyote calling - it has begun
Something moving in - I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying - slow - letting go of life
Medicine man lead me up through town - Indian ground - so far down
Cut up land - each house - a pool - kids wearing water wings - drink in cool
Follow dry river bed - watch scouts and guides make pow-wow signs
Past Geronimo's disco - Sit'n'Bull steakhouse - white men dream
A rattle in the old man's sack say - look at mountain top - keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow - white wind blow
I hold the line -the line of strength that pulls me through the fear
San Jacinto - I hold the line
San Jacinto - the poison bite and darkness take my sight - I hold the line
And the tears roll down my swollen cheek - think I'm losing it - getting weaker
I hold the line - I hold the line
San Jacinto - yellow eagle flies down from the sun - from the sun
We will walk - on the land
We will breathe - of the air
We will drink - from the stream
We will live - hold the line
Hold the line - Hold the line
We will live - hold the line
Hold the line
I Have The Touch
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 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
Oh give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake hands, shake 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
Shake those hands, shake those hands
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
Oh, I need contact
Yes, I need contact
Tac, tac, tac, contact
Tac, tac, tac, contact
Tac, tac, tac, contact
The Family And The Fishing Net
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are stiff upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
The sponge is full, well out of sight
All around the conversations
Icing on the warm fresh cake
Light creeps through her secret tunnel
Sucked into the open spaces
Burning out in sudden flashes
Draining blood from their well-fed faces
Desire forms in subtle whispers
Flex the muscles in denial
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the trial
Vows of sacrifice, vows of sacrifice, headless chickens, headless chickens
Dance in circles, dance in circles, they the blessed
Man and wife, undressed by all
Their grafted trunks in heat possessed
Even as the soft skins tingle
They mingle with the homeless mother
Who loves the day but lives another
That once was hers
The worried father, long lost lover
Brushes ashes with his broom
Rehearses jokes to fly and hover
Bursting over the bride and groom
And the talk goes on
Memories crash on tireless waves
- The lifeguards whom the winter saves
Memories crash on tireless waves
- The lifeguards whom the winter saves
Silence falls the guillotine
All the doors are shut
Nervous hands grip tight the knife
In the darkness, til the cake is cut and passed around
Passed around, in little pieces, in little pieces
The body,the body and the flesh
The family,the family and the fishing net, and the fishing net
Another, another in the mesh
The body and the flesh, and the flesh
Shock The Monkey
Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire
Something knocked me out ' the trees
Now I'm on my knees
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey
Fox the fox
Rat on the rat
You can ape the ape
I know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I can't take any more
Darling, don't you monkey with the monkey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Monkey, Wheels keep turning
Monkey, Something's burning
Monkey, Don't like it but I guess I'm learning
Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Cover me, when I sleep
Cover me, when I breathe
You throw your pearls before the swine
Make the monkey blind
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Monkey, Too much at stake
Monkey, Ground beneath me shake
Monkey, And the news is breaking
Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock the monkey, shock the monkey
Shock the monkey, shock the monkey
Shock the monkey to life
Lay Your Hands On Me
Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with the plastic flowers on the window sill
No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the washing of the dishes
Reaction level's much too high - I can do without the stimuli
I'm living way beyond my ways and means, living in the zone of the in-betweens
I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of cold emotion
Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent hidden spies
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
No luck, no golden chances
No mitigating circumstances now
It's only common sense
There are no accidents round here
I am willing - lay your hands on me (here)
I am ready - lay your hands on me (here)
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their garden hoses
Poolside laugh has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the cocktail satellite
I walk away from light and sound, down stairways leading underground
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
It's only common sense
There are no accidents round here
I am willing - lay your hands on me (here)
I am ready - lay your hands on me (here)
I believe - lay your hands on me , over me, over me,
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me , over me
Wallflower
6 x 6 - from wall to wall
Shutters on the windows, no light at all
Damp on the floor, you got damp in the bed
They're trying to get you crazy - get you out of your head
And they feed you scraps and they feed you lies
To lower your defences - no compromise
Nothing you can do, the day can be long
Your mind is working overtime, your body's not too strong
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can't get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on
You have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
Sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
They take you out and the light burns your eyes
To the talking room - it's no surprise
Loaded questions from clean white coats
Their eyes are all as hidden as their Hippocratic Oath
They tell you - how to behave, behave as their guest
You want to resist them, you do your best
They take you to your limits, they take you beyond
For all that they are doing there's no way to respond
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can't get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on
You have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
Sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
Though you may disappear, you're not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
You may disappear, you're not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
Kiss of Life
Kiss of life, Kiss of life
See me a big woman, big woman look how you dance
See me a big woman, big woman caught in a trance
In a trance
Dancing on the tabletop, covered up with the Easter feast
You're dancing for the fishermen, from the very large, right
to the least
Dancing for the slow release, first the boy and then the beast
Then the beast
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
See me a big woman, big woman so full of life
See me a big woman, big woman going to be my wife
Watching for the different eyes - they change your face -
they come inside
Watch for the spirits laugh and cry, watch them find a placeto hide
Watch the spirits talk in tongues, watch them take you for a ride
Down at the ocean lies a body in the sand
Big woman sits beside, head in hand
With heat from her skin and fire from her breath
She blows hard, she blows deep in the mouth of death
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life