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Peter Gabriel: 3rd Album - "Melt"

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Label: Virgin Records
Released: 1980
Time:
 45:37
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Steve Lillywhite
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
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] Intruder (Peter Gabriel) - 4:51
[2] No Self Control (Peter Gabriel) - 3:51
[3] Start (Peter Gabriel) - 1:20
[4] I Don't Remember (Peter Gabriel) - 4:36
[5] Family Snapshot (Peter Gabriel) - 4:28
[6] And Through the Wire (Peter Gabriel) - 4:56
[7] Games Without Frontiers (Peter Gabriel) - 4:01
[8] Not One of Us (Peter Gabriel) - 5:19
[9] Lead a Normal Life (Peter Gabriel) - 4:12
[10] Biko (Peter Gabriel) - 7:26

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Peter Gabriel - Vocals, Synthesizer, Percussion, Piano, Synthesizer Bass

Kate Bush - Backing Vocals
Phil Collins - Drums
Larry Fast - Synthesizer, Synthesizer Bass
Robert Fripp - Guitar
John Giblin - Bass
David Gregory - Guitar
Tony Levin - Stick Bass
Jerry Marotta - Percussion, Drums
Dick Morrissey - Saxophone
Paul Weller - Guitar
Morris Pert - Percussion
David Rhodes - Guitar, Backing Vocals

Hugh Padgham - Engineer
Larry Fast - Electronic production

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Recorded in Bath with the Manor Mobile and at The Townhouse, London.

German release (Ein Deutsches Album) has German lyrics and slightly different track times. It also merges The Start and I Don't Remember into one track.

LP:
UK Charisma CDS 4019
US Mercury SRM-1-3848
Germany Charisma 6302 035: July 1980
Japan Charisma RJ 7637
Cassette:
UK Virgin CDSMC 4019 (different sleeve picture - in colour)
US Mercury MCR-4-1-3848: July 1980 (no liner)
US Geffen M5G 2035
Germany Charisma 7144 035: July 1980
CD:
UK Virgin PGCD 3: 1987
US Geffen 2035-2
Germany Virgin XCDSCD 4019



"The song [Family Snapshot] is based on "An Assassins Diary", the notes and scribbles of Arthur Bremmer, who shot and crippled Governor George Wallace of Alabama in 1972. `It was a really nasty book, but you do get a sense of the person who is writing it.' says Gabriel, `Bremmer was obsessed with the idea of fame. He was aware of the news broadcasts all over the world and was trying to time the assassination to hit the early evening news in the States and the late night in Europe to get maximum coverage.' Bremmer originally went after Nixon, which explains the references to the Presidential cavalcade in the song. Gabriel has dropped stage references to Kennedy's assassination having been convinced a solitary assassin was not responsible for that murder."

"Peter Gabriel: An Authorized Biography"
by Spencer Bright, Headline Book Publishing PLC, London, 1989



On this, the third of three self-titled efforts, Gabriel teams up with producer Steve Lillywhite ( XTC, Psychedelic Furs, U2) and produces a masterpiece. From the chilling opener, "Intruder," to "Biko," an impassioned tribute to murdered South African poet and activist Steven Biko, Lillywhite's experimental (and very left-of-center) approach to sound is a perfect match for Gabriel's convoluted tales from the dark side of human nature. Arguably, it is Gabriel's best work thus far.

Rick Clark, All-Music Guide



Eine wahrhaft epische Produktion, mit den uhrwerkhaften Untertönen von "Intruder" und dem Afro-Rock in "Biko" als herausragende Highlights. Diese dritte CD in Peter Gabriels Trilogie von Soloalben ist ein Meilenstein in der Karriere des früheren Genesis-Sängers. Drummer Jerry Marottas tighte Grooves bilden das ideale Fundament für die Gitarrenarbeit von Robert Fripp, David Rhodes, Paul Weller und Dave Gregory von XTC. Mit seinem verrätselten 1980er Hit "Games Without Frontiers" durchstreift diese Steve Lillywhite-Produktion die dunkle Seite der Psyche des Sängers. Damals galt der Sound als absolut futuristisch und war kaum weniger überzeugend, als Bowies Scary Monsters, das im selben Jahr erschienen war. Auf dem Cover sieht man zwar Gabriels zerfließendes Gesicht, dieses Album aber markiert den absolut soliden Beginn einer Solokarriere.

James Rotondi, Amazon.de
 

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Intruder

I know something about opening windows and doors
I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors
I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers
Slipping the clippers
Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires
The sense of isolation inspires
Inspires me
I like to feel the suspense when I'm certain you know I am there
I like you lying awake, your baited breath charging the air
I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear
Intruders happy in the dark
Intruder come
Intruder come and leave his mark, leave his mark

No Self-Control
Got to get some food
I'm so hungry all the time
I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop

Got to get some sleep
I'm so nervous in the night
I don't know how to stop
No, I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop

Got to pick up the phone
I will call any number
I will talk to anyone
I know I'm gone too far
Much too far I gone this time
And I don't want to think what I've done
I don't know how to stop
No, I don't know how to stop

There are always hidden silences
Waiting behind the chair
They come out when the coast is clear
They eat anything that moves
I go shaky at the knees
Lights go out, stars come down
Like a swarm of bees


No self-control

You know I hate to hurt you
I hate to see your pain
But I don't know how to stop
No, I don't know how to stop

Street after street
Night after night
I walk on through the rain
I walk on through the rain
I don't know how to stop


Start

(Instrumental)


I Don't Remember

I got no means to show identification
I got no papers show you what I am
You'll have to take me just the way that you find me
What's gone is gone and I do not give a damn
Empty stomach, empty head
I got empty heart and empty bed
I don't remember
I don't remember

I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything
-anything at all

Strange is your language and I have no decoder
Why don't you make your inentions clear
With eyes to the sun and your mouth to the soda
Saying, "Tell me the truth, you got nothing to fear
Stop staring at me like a bird of prey
I'm all mixed up, I got nothing to say
I don't remember
I don't remember

I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything
Anything at all

I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I don't remember, I don't recall
i got no memory of anything
absolutely anything at all
I don't remember


Family Snapshot

The streets are lined with camera crews
Everywhere he goes is news
Today is different
Today is not the same
Today I make the action
Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light
I'm shooting into the light

Four miles down the cavalcade moves on
Driving into the sun
If I worked it out right
They won't see me or the gun

Two miles to go, they're clearing the road
The cheering has really begun
I've got my radio
I can hear what's going on

I've been waiting for this
I have been waiting for this
All you people in TV land
I will wake up your empty shells
Peak-time viewing blown in a flash
As I burn into your memory cells
'Cos I'm alive

They're coming 'round the corner with the bikers at the front
I'm wiping the sweat from my eyes
-It's a matter of time
-It's a matter of will
And the governor's car is not far behind
He's not the one I've got in mind
'Cos there he is-the man of the hour, standing in the limousine
"I don't really hate you
-I don't care what you do
We were made for each other
-Me and you
I want to be somebody
-You were like that too
If you don't get given you learn to take
And I will take you."

Holding my breath
Release the catch
And I let the bullet fly

All turned quiet-I have been here before
Lonely boy hiding behind the front door
Friends have all gone home
There's my toy gun on the floor
Come back Mum and Dad
You're growing apart
You know that I'm growing up sad
I need some attention
I shoot into the light


...And Through The Wire

And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
It's through the wire

Friday night, you're staying at home I want you
I'm tickling and clicking a metronome I want you
Prowling the waterhole-I wait for the kill I want you
Pressure's building-overspill I want you

And through the wire You are secure
And through the wire We can talk
And through the wire We can walk
It's through the wire

Watchmaker steadies his delicate hand I want you
For barbeque parties on blood red sands I want you
Caught in the strugle tight on the rod I want you
Bring out the devil to bring out the god I want you

And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
It's through the wire

Driving 'round the city rings
Staring at the shape of things
I talk in pictures not in words
Overloaded with everything we said
be careful where you tread
Watch the wire

And through the wire You are secure
And through the wire We can talk
And through the wire We can walk
And through the wire We're clinging like leeches
And through the wire We push out tailormade speeches
And through the wire We get so strange across the border
We get so strange across the border


Games Without Frontiers

Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
-Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres

Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names
-Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-wars without tears
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres


Not One Of Us

It's only water
In a stranger's tear
Looks are deceptive
But distinctions are clear
A foreign body
And a foreign mind
Never welcome
In the land of the blind
You may look like we do
Talk like we do
But you know how it is

You're not one of us
Not one of us
No you're not one of us
Not one of us
Not one of us
No you're not one of us

There's safety in numbers
When you learn to divide
How can we be in
If there is no outside
All shades of opinion
Feed an open mind
But your values are twisted
Let us help you unwind
You may look like we do
Talk like we do
-But you know how it is

You're not one of us
Not one of us
No you're not one of us


Lead A Normal Life

It's nice here with a view of the trees
Eating with a spoon?
They don't give you knives?
'Spect you watch those trees
Blowing in the breeze
We want to see you lead a normal life


Biko

September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
- The man is dead

When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
- The man is dead

You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are
watching now
watching now

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