Concerti in programma per Peter Murphy
In primo piano
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Murphy
Vocals
Paul Statham
Keyboards
Simon Rogers
Musician
Eddie Branch
Bass Guitar
Peter Bonas
Guitar
Terl Bryant
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Murphy
Songwriter
Paul Statham
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Murphy
Mixing Engineer
Ian Grimble
Engineer
Simon Rogers
Producer
Testi
[Verse 1]
A white light, blazing deep
Through the wasteland, searching we
Soaring birds now hunt the brow
As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now
Clear-sighted, painful ends to win
The battle of the me, so wafer-thin
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 2]
Push me in and take me toward
The subject in the subject taught
A war without, a war within
Join head and heart for to begin
Bemused, we flinch, no easy work
For invited men are loath to shirk
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 3]
War, work
War, work
War, work
[Verse 4]
(War) A white light, blazing deep
Through the wasteland, searching we
Soaring birds now hunt the brow
As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now
Clear-sighted, painful ends to win
The battle of the me, so wafer thin
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 5]
(War) You will understand
(Work) Of my burning pride
(War) Rips me up inside
(Work) Just murder once again
(War) You will understand
(Work) Rips me up inside
Rips me up inside
[Verse 6]
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own?
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own
Is your only true friend?
When above you in the firmament
Flow the blood of the prophets
Out of your reach
From your aching speech?
[Verse 7]
(War)
A white light, blazing deep
Through the wasteland, searching we
Soaring birds now hunt the brow
As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now
Clear-sighted, painful ends to win
The battle of the me, so wafer thin
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 8]
War, work
War, work
War, work
[Verse 9]
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own?
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own
Is your only true friend?
When above you in the firmament
Flow the blood of the prophets
Out of your reach
From your aching speech
Written by: Paul Statham, Peter Murphy