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Peter Murphy
Peter Murphy


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Настоящее имя Peter John Murphy
Дата рождения 11 июля 1957 г.
Место рождения Northampton, England
Жанры Experimental
Годы 1978—н.в.
Лейблы Beggars Banquet Records
См. также Bauhaus
Dalis Car
Сайт Website



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Альбом Peter Murphy


Deep (1990)
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Deep ocean, vast sea

Your ocean heart, clothed in respect
And sweet caress my uneasy mind
You dip and you swell, float and you find
And sweet caress my uneasy mind

Deep ocean, vast sea
Deep ocean, vast sea
Well, that's deep

Imagine a set of steps easily climbed
The tower of pride, the plastic of mind
Where there lies a table, the table stands
For the power of success, respect on the sign

Intelligence so cold, a heart like glass
From the surface to deep
You wave and you dive like the heart and the sun
You wave and you dive, you hold me so cold, you wave and you dive

Deep ocean, vast sea
Deep ocean, vast sea
Well, that's me

You're clothed in respect, you smell of sweet caress
Dip and swell beyond the power of fists
Your ocean heart healing uneasy minds
And I wanna dive in with you clinging to the rock

I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting
And I'm waiting, I'm waiting

Deep ocean, vast sea
Deep ocean, vast sea
Well, that's deep

Your heart is hard, you think your legs hurt
You smell of aching sweet success
Your head's a supernova and you would like anything
To stop the pain from your finger screaming

And you stand, naked in the sun without leather
Whose pain you think you need
But all you need to do is undress
Let go and wash, take the steps to the other side

Up turned razors the air is thick with Karma
The Sutra of a way down, well listen boy
It's a long way down, down to Heavens Gate, to Heaven Gate
The steps, the steps to the Tower of Pride the Devil lied

Dive up to the highest point
Where our lives are saved
Where all the lives on the table stand
Power to success respect and climb the steps

. . .


One day you will be the one to say I'm sick of empty fun
It means if your faith is strong, it means you are no longer astray
See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun
And I want to get near so I can be clear

Soon I will merge with the one
Soon I will be with the love
One day when the lights turn green
There is no time, this love I thirst

Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts
I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts

Soon I will merge with the one
Soon I will be with the love
One day when the light turns green
There is no time, this love I thirst

Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts
I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts

He was thought of as strange, a good looking man
And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue
His views on death spread like two anecdotal tales
Although he, reclining, declining, to disclose in public
These opinions in public, the tales held the key

Death is the surname of sleep, but the surname unknown to us
Sleep is the daily end of life; a small exercise in death
Which is it's sister, but not every brother and sister are equally close
Giving to the enemy a small exercise in submission
And holding onto nothing

He was thought of as strange, a good looking man
And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue
His views on death spread like two anecdotal tales
Although he, reclining, declining, to disclose in public
These opinions in public, the tales held the key

One day you will be the one to say I'm sick of empty fun
It means if your faith is strong, it means you are no longer astray
See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun
And I want to get near so I can be clear

Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts
I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts

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I can't see the light, I'm thrown in disgust
They speak of feats, the housed forever
A howling wind changed my course
It blew me out of bounds so sore
All the walls, all the walls that bound me
Descending bleak and put upon

I chew my cheeks to wake up from
The vase grows bigger
To my eyes, these eyes that snigger
And despise the wall grows taller up to doom

Shoes in my room thrown in disgust
At how I fall to my worst
Of course you say you don't understand
Your words, your fiction
Your crooked hands

But clearly now I tell you man
That all I say is all I can
For I am nothing but my sin
Until I learn to caste them in

While young girls fangs and crystal wrists
Wait patiently for me to twist
I look away to distant rains, to water falls
And honey days and boys in black and blue rinse eyes
Gaze whistly at my slender thighs

I twist a shade to my right
And spit at beelzebub on sight
And go on loving all I see
For here I live on patiently

Clearly now I tell you man
That all I say is all I can
For I am nothing but my sin
Until I learn to caste them in

. . .


My mother loved it so she said
Sad eyed pearl and drop lips
Glancing pierce through writer man
Spoke hushed and frailing hips
Her old eyes skim in creasing lids
A tear falls as she describes
Approaching death with a yearning heart
With pride and no despise

Hot tears flow as she recounts
Her favourite worded token
Forgive me please for hurting so
Don't go away heartbroken no
Don't go away heartbroken no

Just wise owl tones no velvet lies
Crush her velvet call
Oh Marlene suffer all the fools
Who write you on the wall
And hold your tongue about your life
Or dead hands will change the plot
Will make your loving sound like snakes
Like you were never hot

Hot tears flow as she recounts
Her favourite worded token
Forgive me please for hurting so

My mother loved it so she said
Sad eyed pearl and drop lips yeah
Glancing pierce through writer man
Spoke hushed and frailing lips yeah
Old eyes skim in creasing lids
A tear falls as she describes
Approaching death with a yearning heart
With pride and no despise

Hot tears flow as she recounts
Her favourite worded token
Forgive me please for hurting so
(Repeat to improvise)



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The day grows older
The moon appears in a mirror
A fire side mirror, a distant walker
Hears the words, go, do good deeds

So you feel okay
The moon and the sun
Partners in light
Separating, reflecting one light
Hearing this confusion wanes
No need to ask for wealth
Or one thing more now

And the night feels the same
As a cool, hot summers climb
With the voice comes no shame
As the walker walks the line

The day grows older, the moon appears
Reflecting on his heart
Heavy weighed and pierced
The walker looks at his days

Bad deeds gone by
For which he must pay
The moon and the sun
Partners in light

Separating, reflecting one light
Hearing this confusion wanes
Another image hits
The seven veils of mind

But the night feels the same
As a cool, hot summers climb
With the voice comes no shame
As the walker hunts the line

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A white light blazing deep
Through the wasteland searching we
Soaring birds now hunt the brow
As I thirsty gripped with hunger now
Clear sighted painful ends to win
The battle of the me so wafer thin
The line between the devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat

Push me in take me t'ward
The subject in the subject taught
A war without a war within
Join head and heart for to begin
Bemused we flinch no easy work
For invited men are loath to shirk
The line between the devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat

War Work
War Work
War Work

Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own
Is your only true friend
When above you in the firmament
Flow the blood of the prophets
Out of your reach
From your aching speech

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I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me
Like the sun through the blinds

You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
"Hold the secret close", I hear you say

You know the way it goes about
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
To conquer it, to feel you're higher

To follow it you must be clean
With mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

On and on it goes
Calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour I will walk
Cut the thick and break the thin

No sound to break, no moment clear
When all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind

You know the way it twists and turns
Changing color, spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up and takes you high

You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey? Is it gold?
You know the way it goes about
It takes you in and spits you out
Cuts you up, cuts you up, cuts you up

You know the way it goes about
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
To conquer it, to feel you're higher

To follow it you must be clean
With mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place
Cuts you up, cuts you up

It's okay, it goes this way
The line is thin, it twists away
Cuts you up and spits you out
Keeps you walking but never shout

. . .


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

. . .


On a long and winding gray paved street
Your breath the only friend
Chattering others surrounding you
You're going out again

It's a laugh and a gas new crowd
You tell yourself
While buttoning up a new red shirt
It's been a twenty years of doing this
Just the same night into night
Day into day with your preset mind

Wake up with your preset mind
With no self control and you decide to call the roll call
Of the socialites who mortified
Can't see as far as their next surprise

Yah, happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night
Believing that they're alive and well
But if asked they have nothing to tell
Except the words of a clashing rhyme
I'll calmed and out of sync
Even real sounds like a zero to a brain in lip sync

Roll
Roll
Roll
Roll

On a long and winding gray paved street
Your breath the only friend
Chattering others surrounding you
You're going out again

It's a laugh and a gas new crowd
You tell yourself
While buttoning up a new red shirt
It's been a twenty years of doing this
Just the same night into night
Day into day forget your preset mind

Roll
Roll
Roll
Roll

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