Peter Murphy - Dragnet Drag

Look at them now
Look at them do
Look they found the dove
Their vastness too
Whirlpools whirl
And dragnets drag

Love me do oh love me do
Love me find the dove
This vastness sings a pretty song
This vastness must be love
Give me three the gift of one
Whose science can't describe
Whose eyes are peeled like atom bombs
Their spirit is the prize

The sufi three winged flight they soar
All sacrals join all hearts
A cavern gasps a dragon screams
The jinn men smash the ark
Four guides float four dots of God
Realistic haqq is theirs
Mystic men whose eyes are sore
From trials of bigger lairs

Look at them now
Look at them do
Look they found the dove
Their triad song too

A grey surprise
Swirls below
They could be happy too
The ides of march
Whirlpools whirl
And dragnets drag
Whirlpools whirl
And dragnets drag

Whirlpools whirl
Dragnets drag
Hell is not the fire
Hell is your belief
In yourself as the higher

Four guides afloat
Four dots of God
Look they found the dove
Their triad song too

Whirlpools whirl
Dragnets drag
Hell is not the fire
Hell is your belief
In yourself as the higher

Peter Murphy - All Night Long

When the night is closing
Eyes are running wild
When I hear you humming
All night long

The sign I see it
Tell me am I true
All I need from you is
All I see

This city's paved with cold
Playboys buying fun
Seems there is no hunter left
Without his hunting gun

Can you feel the light?
The air is wild open
Oh, you see the light it's coming through
It's there in the distance
Always offered to me
Always coming over a hill

Oh, your see-saw smile
Lasts me all night long
Like a siren's curl
When the night is long

Now, come hold my hand
No bad vibe hearts
Hold my hand, you know
This journey could be long

Yeah, the seasons come in
All the nights are woven
All the nights, we'll see them through
Ah, no hundred men now
Would dare cut into us
We'll go on and see it through

(Belle)
(Une rose qui a joue son role)
(Mon Miroir)
(Mon clef d'or)
(Mon cheval)
(Et mon gant sont les cinq secrets de ma puissance)
Now, hold my hand
No bad vibe hearts
(Je voulais livrer)
(Il vous suffira de mettre ce gant)
(A votre main droite)
(Il vous transportera ou vous desirez l'etre)

When the night has come in
Your eyes are running wild
Then I hear you humming
All night long

Yeah, the sign I see it
Yeah, the times I see it
All I need to know from you
Is all I see

Can you feel the light?
The air is wild, open
Oh you see the light
It's coming through
It's there in the distance
Always offered to me
Always coming over a hill
Yeah, the seasons come in
All the nights are woven
All the nights, we'll see them through
Ah, no hundred men now
Would dare cut into us
We'll go on and see it through

Peter Murphy - Socrates The Python

Today ...
Your problems are not
Of blind belief
That is or means
Belief ain't enough, belief ain't enough
The oracle of your age
Point towards the word
Psychological

You may freeze
You may fear
You may wince
And not hear
You can sick at the heart
When I say
"God is one"
Does God the word
Make you reel
And I mean, real

But it isn't God the father son or holy one,
But the key to your age
Get it together, and listen
With all the books
On the shelf
All the wisdom
With all the books
On the shelf
All the wisdom

Socrates Pythagorus
Yin and bloody Yang
Hatha Yoga, Omm
Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus
Old Testament and New
Libraries full of keys
Libraries full of keys
Where's your lock?

Socrates Pythagorus
Yin and bloody Yang
Hatha Yoga, Omm
Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus
Old Testament and New
Libraries full of keys
Libraries full of keys

Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus
Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus
Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus...

Peter Murphy - Indigo Eyes

Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough
Red angels wait to pick remains
The cindered shoulder
Of confused men

Separate from their awe
With grey desire
He looks out mad
His soft grey indigo eyes

Indigo eyes

Asking

His heaven is uncovered not
A black tree blocks his way
His way is skating round a dome
(His way is in dismay)

The playmate sings

Like Orphee in some thunder world
Asking to be bathed in light
To be exemplified

With grey desire he looks out mad
His soft grey indigo eyes

Saw his past
He had dug for trust
With blind infected hands

And wondered as the hurt bit hard
Why the sacred weren't at hand

Only when his ears were deaf
To the angels light burst waves
Only when his ears were deaf

Did life turn from fog to fog
But not evil but estranged
But not evil but estranged

Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes
Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes

With grey desire
He looks out mad
His soft grey

Indigo eyes
Indigo eyes

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 - Blind Sublime

It looks a dream
And feels the same
I could conquer it
And still feel sane
The soft hills and shores
Beguiled and silent nights
The sun waits softly
We talk a lot
Too much to say
We're still too proud

It looks a dream
And feels the same
I could conquer it
And still feel sane

The people best
Are simple here
And thoughts escape me
No fear, no judge
No burning fear
Their eyes don't pierce
Slowly worked
Smoke ringed arms
It's too hot to mention
Slowly worked
Smoke ringed arms
Luck turned an ear

I shout to time that nothing stays
Nothing lasts and damn to change
Though then I read a book a line
Which says we sleep in blind sublime
Deaf and dumb in human lands
To break and free needs different hands
To pull us to a different space
Where things are wider, out of place

It looks a dream
And smells the same
I could conquer it
And still feel sane

It looks like a dream
And smells the same
I'd submit to it
And still feel sane
I'd submit to it
And still feel sane
I'd submit to it
And still feel sane