It's too late This model's out of date Got every spare part But there ain't much heart inside here Not like the start I was good at the art of survival I've always tried To keep my troubles deep inside Where I can hide them now I'm open wide
When it ends Again I'll see my friends They'll give me a lift I've been running adrift, so easy Shifting the gear I got nothing to fear from the showdown I'll go down quiet And kids downstairs making a hell of a din I'm all alone Getting a quote for the wages of sin
Beyond the indigo, indigo Where the chilly winds, winds will blow My time is running low Going to cross the dark dark river Going to see my good life-giver Better cover my yellow liver
Alright, I'm giving up the fight I didn't know when I'd be a stranger again In my own land The days are O.K. But oh how I hate those long nights You understand Darling please, just hold my hand You feel so warm In the eye of the storm I'm going away, I'm going away, I'm going away See you again someday Darling, I'm going away Feel like I'm going away, this time I'm going away
Writer/s: PETER GABRIEL
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Stone from Finger LakesGosh that hits hard now that I understand what it means. He did a GREAT job with performing that for us.
Peter from Glen, NjWhen Peter performed this on his first solo tour in 1977, it was called "A Song Without Words". His synth player, Larry Fast, put the vocals through a frequency shifter which made him sound chimpmunk-like. This was mixed with his normal pitched vocals so it sounded as if he was dueting with himself. At the shows Peter told the audience it was his "small friend" or a transmission of the concert from a parallel universe.