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 Bewlay Brothers (David Bowie RIP) (Live)

And so the story goes

They wore the clothes

They said the things

To make it seem improbable

The whale of a lie like the hope it was

And the goodmen tomorrow

Had their feet in the wallow

And their heads of brawn

Were nicely shorn

And how they bought their positions

With saccharin and trust

And the world was asleep

To our latent fuss

Sighing they swirl through the streets

Like the crust of the sun

The Bewlay Brothers

In our wings that bark

Flashing teeth of brass

Standing tall in the dark

Oh, and we were gone

Hanging out with your dwarf men

We were so turned on

By your lack of conclusions

I was stone and he was wax

So he could scream

And still relax

Unbelievable

And we frightened the small children away

And our talk was old

And dust would flow

Thru our veins and lo!

It was midnight back at the kitchen door

Like the grim face

On the cathedral floor

And the solid book we wrote

Cannot be found today

And it was stalking time

For the moonboys

The Bewlay Brothers

With our backs on the arch

And the Devil may be here

But he can’t sing about that

Oh, And we were gone

Real cool traders

We were so turned on

You thought we were fakers

Now the dress is hung

The ticket pawned

The factor max that proved the fact

Is melted down

And woven on the edging of my pillow

Now my brother lays upon the rocks

He could be dead, he could be not

He could be you

He’s chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature

Shooting up pie-in-the-sky

The Bewlay Brothers

In the feeble and the bad

The Bewlay Brothers

In the blessed and cold

In the crutch-hungry dark

Was where we flayed our mark

Oh, and we were gone

Kings of oblivion

We were so turned on

In the mind-warp pavilion

Lay me place and bake me pie

I’m starving for me gravy

Leave my shoes, and door unlocked

I might just slip away

Just for the day, hey!

Please come away, hey!

Just for the day, hey!

Please come away, hey!

Please come away, hey!

Away

Away

Away

Away

Away

Away

Just for the day

Away

Away

Peter Murphy Compression

Look in the mirror

Lest you forget

The flower in the room

And on the dot of half past three

You are the loom

And on the dot of half past three

And please don’t tell

Those Bleakers here

Everything about me

Compression is my lesson

And is for free

Compression my lesson

From you to me

My lesson

Confession

My lesson

Compression

My lesson

Compression

You’re the rudder to another sea-

-Another time

This advice for free

In another time

Turn the feyness inside out

Inside out

Make your feyness, you and me count

And please don’t tell

Those Bleakers here

Everything about me

Compression is my lesson

And is for free

Compression my lesson

From you to me

My lesson

Confession

My lesson

Compression

My lesson

Compression

They said out loud “The Only One”

They said out loud “The Only One”

They said out loud “The Only One”

They said out loud “The Only One”

Rare diamonds pale

They said out loud-

“The Only One”

My lesson

Confession

My lesson

Compression

My lesson

Compression

Peter Murphy Breaking No One’s Heaven

Four skies in one night

The earth from your face

It takes one

It takes two

It takes three to make a bird

Fly from that blossom tree

The earth from your face

From your eyes

Looks like a groovy place

Keeps me smiling like a child

Like a child

Like a child

Like a child

Well, it came as no surprise

Love was in your eyes

It was evident to me

That I came to you

Unable to really be

Then there was you

[CHORUS]

The dolphin keeper lets us sail

In through our love’s initial veil

The simple love I give to you

Is breaking no one’s heaven

It’s a piece of truth

Your clothes are altered

To twist me inside

I’m hanging sweet and kind

And I’ve seen my twisted light

Unshatter

[CHORUS x3]

It’s a piece of truth

It’s a piece of truth

Peter Murphy Cascade

We have no image

We’re just called the good friends

We call the madmen back

As they fly to the ant hills

We never know, we never know

We sleep in satin nights

Throwing energy like bluebirds

In twilight

We call to stillness

As we kiss the water king’s hand

We hear the one same name

As the darker the land gets

We never know, we never know

We’re fueling for the light

Cascading like the rain

In twilight

Waiting for you, you look so close, we walk

a thousand stairs

Aching for your hand, our love a distant

voice, we have no image – we are light

We are not asking

No favors from the dead

We wash with moonlit hands

On the shores of our island

We never know, we never know

We sleep in satin nights

Throwing energy in silver curves

In twilight

Peter Murphy Canvas Beauty

Here stands the canvas beauty at her door

Calling beneath the blockade floor

See him turn bedeviled and blacked

For the canvas beauty had locked him back

Away from the king of hearts so pure

In with temptations alluring pour

Away from her his compass mass

The everglade the bonny lass

The actress love that he mistook

A siren for his aging look

The actress love that he mistook

A siren love for his aging look

Here stands Dorian at her need

In Hedonisms shaft like look

He wears the id the painter mistook

And with her flame he’ll burn its flesh

Burn the freeze transcend the mesh

Riders wings you give me back

The siren for his aging look

The actress love that he mistook

The siren love for his aging look

Here stands Dorian at her need

Peter Murphy A Strange Kind Of Love

A strange kind of love

A strange kind of feeling

Swims through your eyes

And like the doors

To a wide vast dominion

They open to your prize

This is no terror ground

Or place for the rage

No broken hearts

White wash lies

Just a taste for the truth

Perfect taste choice and meaning

A look into your eyes

Blind to the gemstone alone

A smile from a frown circles round

Should he stay or should he go

Let him shout a rage so strong

A rage that knows no right or wrong

And take a little piece of you

There is no middle ground

Or that’s how it seems

For us to walk or to take

Instead we tumble down

Either side left or right

To love or to hate

Peter Murphy Blinded Like Saul

Love it when you tilt me

Take me tip toe in the sky

Take me racing with the dolphins

You got me blinded like Saul

Blinded like Saul

A sky clear lit

You’re the square that fits the circle

You’re in every lucky dip

Uneven and brittle

Is there fruit on our tree?

Is my faith just material

Did you just imagine me?

Did you just imagine me? (drink me like your river)

Did you just imagine me? (drink me like your river)

Me (drink me like your river)

Did you just imagine me? (drink me like your river)

Take me racing with the dolphins

Take me running down the hall

You got me drinking from your river

You got me blinded like Saul

Blinded like Saul

Oh, my sacred mine

Take me racing with the dolphins

Run me out of time

Her loving care notions

Retract as they break

Are there rules in her book?

Is her future at stake?

Did she just imagine me? (drink me like your river)

Did she just imagine me? (drink me like your river)

Did she just imagine? (drink me like your river)

Did she just imagine me? (drink me like your river)

Drink me like your river

Drink me like your river

Drink me like your river

Drink me like your river

Drink me like your river

Drink me like your river

Peter Murphy Blue Heart

How rich is your surface

How much do you care

Does your blue heart turn away

How deep is that stare

Time hints that it’s on your side

Don’t think it’s there

What’s past could be a teaser line

Between mind and air

Was it a lie

Was it the truth

Does your blue heart turn away

As you hit the roof

I never seem to get the drift

When I hear some crowd talk

It isn’t only their chat-chat-chatter

Or the one line track of thought

Isolation lies like dread

Outcast fears

In which they are so so locked

Reduced to tears

Reduced to

Was it a lie

Was it the truth

Does blue heart turn away

As you hit the roof

Interviewed your dreams

Walked on thin air

No time to wonder now

As I break through their stare

Would they understand

If I were to show

That their answers burned to ground

So I turned to go

So I turned to

Was it a lie

Was it the truth

Does your blue heart turn away

As you hit the roof

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

[Repeat]

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