Peter Murphy - Just For Love

There is no place like
Just for love
Just understand that
Just for love
Come with me
Just for love
It was you that I thought of

Just for love

The stars are calling you
And you've never been so luminescent
The city calls for you
Amd you've never been so luminescent

Just for love
Just for love
Just for love
Just for love

Me the shaker you the sheikh now
With every move now
I'm the mover with the groove now
Just for love
Just for love

The stars spin for you
And you've never been so luminescent
The city spins for you
And you've never been so luminescent
Just for love
Just for love
Just for love

Peter Murphy - Things To Remember

Thing to remember when writing figures of speech and sound
The power of poetry comes from the ability to defy logic
Defy logic often
Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky
Tell us that your lover is the sky

When you do that
We won't believe you
We won't believe you
Because saying so makes no sense
But we'll see a meaning

We'll see a meaning

The other thing is the ability to be remembered
Love anything
Love anything

Wasted
I cut myself down
Cut myself down
Wasted
Now, Breaking free
Breaking free
It's no longer me

Understand where you come from

Floating
I'm facing me down
Prostrate to the ground

Understand

Prostrate to the ground
Mystery
Rain down on my life
Down on my life

Maybe there is nothing to say

Breathing
The future is gone
The strain of the past
The future is gone
The strain of the past

Sometimes nothing often means
The beauty of the human experience

Healing
Rain down on my life
Down on my life
Wasted
Now, breaking free
Breaking free
It's no longer me

Love anything
Love anything

Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky
Love anything

Floating
I'm facing me down
Prostrate to the ground
Mystery
Rain down on my life
Down on my life

Love anything
Love anything
Love anything
Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky

Sometimes
Sometimes nothing often means
The beauty of the human experience

These things are to be remembered
To be remembered

Peter Murphy - No Home Without Its Sire.

No grey desire
No body's sap and tire
No sorrows born
Of lust's disguise
No home without its sire

Break out the tomb
The selfmade womb
No faded flick
No grey desire
No body's sap and tire

And if you ask me
You know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car
And if you ask me
You know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car

No yester dreams
No faded flick
No body's sap and tire
No sorrows born
Of lust's disguise
No home without its sire

Break out the tomb
The selfmade womb
No faded flick
No grey desire
No home without its sire

And if you ask me
You know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car
And if you ask me
You know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car
And if you ask me
You know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car

And if you run from me
Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car

Peter Murphy - My Last Two Weeks

When I returned
You buried my last two weeks
My last two weeks
Of my new times
So it didn't seem like
A wasted mouthful
A wasted mouthful
Because of a trip
That was trapped inside you

I was trapped inside you
And always imagined
That I could
I always imagined
Imagined I would
Conjure you up
Conjure you up
So it didn't seem like
It didn't seem like

I was conditioned
I was conditioned about that
So it didn't seem like
A wasted mouthful
Am I untruthful
Am I untruthful
As a result of being
Maybe
Maybe it was too soon

The red rose
I liken it to the flicker of the pure
Fleeting moments
Precede our actions
Light that's not burning
Light that's not burning
No more lost sinking feeling
Tethered to your shoe
Tethered to you

We ask the controller
He sends us flames
Our lying bodies sleep
His whispered word says
Ah this is how
This is how it looks
From where we weep
Tethered to red rose
Tethered to your shoe
To the seven of cups
Tethered to you

Peter Murphy - Your Face

Water lily
Freedom
Where does the
Spirit lay?
Freedom
Lying in shadows
Of light and clay

I trace your feet
Like transparent thrones
I dream of your clinging
I am not alone
I glide with you
Draw you with kole
Your paint the river
I am not alone

That lover
In the crash
That scent
lingers now
Your face

Your face

I trace your feet
Like transparent thrones
I dream of your clinging
I am not alone
I glide with you
Draw you with kole
Your paint the river
I am not alone