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Peter Gabriel: 2nd Album - "Scratch"

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Label: Virgin Records
Released: 1978
Time:
 42:16
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Robert Fripp
Rating: *********. (9/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.petergabriel.com
Appears with: Genesis, Tony Banks, Steve Hackett, Mike Rutherford, Phil Collins, Tony Levin, David Rhodes
Purchase date: 1988
Price in €: 14,99



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[1] On the Air (Peter Gabriel) - 5:30
[2] D.I.Y. (Peter Gabriel) - 2:37
[3] Mother of Violence (Peter Gabriel, Jill Gabriel) - 3:10
[4] Wonderful Day in a One-Way World (Peter Gabriel) - 3:33
[5] White Shadow (Peter Gabriel) - 5:14
[6] Indigo (Peter Gabriel) - 3:30
[7] Animal Magic (Peter Gabriel) - 3:26
[8] Exposure - (Peter Gabriel, Robert Fripp / Peter Gabriel) 4:12
[9] Flotsam and Jetsam (Peter Gabriel) - 2:17
[10] Perspective (Peter Gabriel) - 3:23
[11] Home Sweet Home (Peter Gabriel) - 4:37

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Peter Gabriel - Organ, Synthesizer, Piano, Vocals (Background), Producer, Main Performer

Roy Bittan - Keyboards
Timmy Cappello - Saxophone
Larry Fast - Synthesizer
Robert Fripp - Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Fripptronics
Tony Levin - Bass, Vocals (Background), Chapman Stick, String Bass
Jerry Marotta - Drums, Vocals (Background)
Sid McGinnis - Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin, Slide Guitar
Bayete - Keyboards

Steve Short - Engineer
Ed Sprigg - Engineer
Michael Getlin - Engineer
Steve Tayler - Engineer

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Recorded at Relight Studios, Hilvarenbeek, Holland and the Hit Factory, New York City.
Mixed at the Hit Factory and Trident Studios, London.

LP:
US Atco SD 19181
UK Charisma CDS 4013
Europe Charisma 9103 123
UK Virgin CHC 24: (re-release)
Cassette:
UK Virgin CHCMC 24: (re-release)
US Atlantic 19181
UK Virgin CASMC 102: (double-play cassette containing first two albums)
CD:
UK Virgin PGCD 2: 1987 (lyrics and liner notes)
US Atlantic 19181-2



King Crimson's Robert Fripp produced this follow-up. Overall, this effort is more uneven, but there are some real highlights in the form of "D.I.Y." and the aggressively dissonant rocker "On the Air."

Rick Clark, All-Music Guide
 

 L y r i c s


On The Air

Built in the belly of junk by the river, my cabin stands;
Made from the trash I dug off the heap with my own bare hands.
Every night I'm back at the shack, I'm sure no one is there,
I'm putting the aerial up, so I can go out on the air...

On the air
On the air
On the air

Every morning I'm out at dawn with the dwarfs and tramps
For a silent communion lit from above by the sodium lamps.
Everyone I meet on the street acts as if I wasn't there,
But they're all going to know who I am, 'cos I can go out on the air.

Chorus (On the air...)

Leaving the car down the leafy lane,
Turning out Tarzan for my Jungle Jane.
Anyone at all, from Captain Zero
And his band of superheroes standing by on call.
Oh it's not easy,
No it's not easy making real friends...

Don't give me your steak-reared milkboys, milkboys,
Half alive on empty white noise, white noise,
I've got power, I'm proud to be loud, my signal goes out clear,
I want everybody to know that Bozo is here!

Chorus


D.I.Y.

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y.
Don't tell me what I will do, 'cos I won't.
Don't tell me to believe in you, 'cos I don't.
Be on your guard, better hostile and hard, don't risk affection;
Like flesh to the bone in the no-go zone,
You're still looking for the Resurrection.
Come up to me with your "What did you say?"
And I'll tell you, straight in the eye:

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)

Everyone wants to be what he not, what he not.
Nobody happy with what he got, what he got.
You function like a dummy with a new ventriloquist,
Do you say nothing yourself?
Hanging like a thriller on the final twist,
Is it true you're getting stuck on the shelf?
Come up to me with your "What did you say?"
And I'll tell you, straight in the eye:

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)

When things get so big, I don't trust them at all,
You want some control, you've got to keep it small.

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., (etc.)


Mother of Violence

Walking the street with her naked feet,
So full of rhythm but I can't find the beat.
Snapping her heels, clicking her toes,
Everybody knows just where she goes.

Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
Making me tense to watch the way she breed.
Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
You know self-defense is all you need.
It's getting hard to breathe,
It's getting so hard to believe,
To believe in anything at all.

Mouth all dry, eyes bloodshot,
Data stored on a microdot.
Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes,
TV dinner, TV news.

Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
Don't make any sense to watch the way she breed.
Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
Making me tense to watch the way she feed.
The only way you know she's there
Is the subtle flavor in the air.
Getting hard to breathe,
Getting hard to believe in anything at all
But Fear.


A Wonderful Day in a One Day World

Saturday is shopping day and I drive my car but there's no place to park it,
No respect for supermen in the supermarket.
I guess there must be trouble but I've not been alerted;
Looking round the store, it was all deserted
And I'm stranded here with my empty basket,
So full of questions but nowhere to ask it.

Chorus:
By the one way out, strange voice shouts,
"Don't let that good man out!"
"Have a wonderful day in our one-way world,
One way, one day;
Have a wonderful day in our one-way world,
One way, one day;
One-way man, one-way mind, get along with mankind."

There's an old man on the floor so I summon my charm,
I say, "Hey scumbag, has there been an alarm?"
He says "Yeah, I been selling off eternal youth,
They all got afraid, 'cos I'm the living proof.
My name is Einstein, do you know time is a curve?"
I said, "Stop, old man! You've got a nerve,
'cos there's only one rule that I observe:
Time is money, and money I serve."

Chorus


White Shadow

Ten coaches roll into the dust, chrome windows turned to rust.
Hang on inside, they know they must, hanging on the green-backed words
"In God We Trust."
No one knows if the spirit died, all wrapped to go like Kentucky Fried,
Trying to read the flight of birds, low on fuel, getting low on words.

And she comes out like a white shadow,
She comes out like a white shadow.

Each one drawn to empty spaces, outsiders, borderline cases.
It's hard to tell black from white when you wake up in the middle of the
night.
Weighted down by the absence of sound, broken now by the cry of a hound,
Looking for movement within the haze, light can be deceptive with her rays.

And she comes out like a white shadow,
And she comes out like a white shadow,
She comes out like a white shadow.


Indigo

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 feelings 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've got nothing to fear from a showdown,
I'll go down quiet.
And the 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.

All right, I'm giving up the fight,
I didn't know when I'd be a stranger again in my own land.
The days are okay, but oh, how I hate these 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.


Animal Magic

What did you mean when you opened your mouth and let all our secrets out?
You told him what I was about, my cover was completely blown.
I tell you darling, I've been watching the war films
And I've got a few ideas of my own,
'cos after the film had ended, the call for recruits was shown,

And I'll be joining the professionals, I want to be a man.
With all that animal magic I'll do anything you can.
I'm joining the professionals 'cos I want to be a man,
Look! I wave my wand, watch the rabbit disappear...
Join the professionals and learn to fight!

I bet the two of you still laugh at me for being timid as a lamb;
That may be the way I look, but it's no longer what I am.
I've been across to Northern Ireland,
And I came home with a new kind of charge:
I learned how to hunt in the night, I learned about camouflage.

I've been joining the professionals, and now that I'm a man
With all that animal magic I'll match anything you can.
I'm joining the professionals, this time I understand,
Look! I wave my wand, watch the rabbit disappear...
Join the professionals and learn to fight!


Exposure

Exposure

Space is what I need, it's what I feed on.

Exposure

Out in the open...


Flotsam And Jetsam

Doing nothing, stuck in the mud, just pumping the blood.
The water level's getting low, something ugly's going to show.

If only I could touch you, I guess you'd be alarmed.
If only I could touch you, I don't mean you no harm.

If only I could touch you, like the wind can touch the sail,
If only I could touch you, darling, now that words have failed.
Oh, flotsam still afloat,
Oh, jetsam thrown out of the boat.

Oh love, my love, nothing here is what it seems.
We both know it; Christ, you show it...
Oh, oh my love.


Perspective

I need perspective, 'cos I'm facing the wall.
I need perspective, 'cos I'm not that tall.
I need perspective, heard the trumpet call.
Don't trust my eyes, want to know where things fall.

I need perspective, party time for the newly wed.
I need perspective, colors ran as the images bled.
I need perspective, like confetti on the flower bed.
Don't trust my eyes, priest crying he's got fire in his head.

Chorus:
Oh Gaia, if that's your name,
Treat you like dirt, but I don't want to blame.
Oh Gaia, the wind heals the fire and blows the ash away.

I need perspective, sitting in a long, long hall.
I need perspective, staring at the white, white wall.
I need perspective, waiting for the phone to call.
Don't trust my eyes, there's one thing I've got to tell you all.

I need perspective, to see through red, red skies.
I need perspective, to carry merchandise.
I need perspective, I don't trust my eyes.

Chorus

I used to be an industrial giant,
Sitting in a garden full of chemical plants.
Trying very hard to get you off my mind.
Acting like any man, taking you for all I can,
Just the same, the same as all my kind, so blind.

I need perspective.


Home Sweet Home

Met this girl called Josephine and took her up on my machine,
We had a little fun, and now we got a little one.
Had to get married, being chased out of town.
Found ourselves a place to live, we put all our money down.

Called it Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home,
Eleven floors up in a tower block, happy just to have a home.
I've gone and changed the lock on our home.

Nothing really worked out right; things got broke, they stayed that way.
None of our friends came round at night, little Sam got no place to play.
"We've got to get out of here, Bill," she said,
"I've been telling you all the while,"
When I came home from work that night,
She'd jumped out the window with our child.

From our Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home.
Just a place to take a rest, just a place to make a nest.
We call it home.

When the insurance money came through,
It seemed dirty, didn't know what to do.
Took out the cash, went down to the casino,
Down on the wheel on a double,
And I won, yes I won, like I never won before.
Bought myself a country house with an antique carved oak door.

It was Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home.
Just a place to lay our head, think of all the things we said
About in our Home Sweet Home.

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