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Peter Murphy
Peter Murphy


Background information
Birth name Peter John Murphy
Born July 11, 1957
Born place Northampton, England
Genre(s) Experimental
Years active 1978—present
Label(s) Beggars Banquet Records
Associated acts Bauhaus
Dalis Car
Website Website



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Peter Murphy Album


Love Hysteria (1988)
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When the night is closing
Eyes are running wild
Then 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 seesaw 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
Ahh 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
Je voulais livrer, il vous suffira de mettre ce gant
A votre main droite, il vous transportera où vous desirez l'etre}

When the night has come in
Your eyes are running wild
Then I hear you humming over
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
Ahh, no hundred men now would dare cut into us
We'll go on and see it through

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

. . .


As if afloat, as if afraid
The spirits meet
Waited for an age
It was a lesson sent

Abstract and numbed
Abstract and bleak
Patience lent
His test of patience lent

Horizontal yet erect
Yearning lying in wait
Oneness floats about
Unity served on his plate

Circling roundabout
The lover he will meet
Dripping mellow stains of long
M, m, m, m, melting in her heat

The lover he must meet
Circling round about
Dripping mellow stains of long
Melting in her heat

Without a blink, without a sigh
His circle and hers meet
Synchronized split
Split seconds beat

She killed his past with her kiss
All past was but a lie
She killed his head
She killed his mouth
And opened up the sky

She killed his past with her kiss
All past was but a lie
She killed his head
She killed his mouth
The he-she joining

The moment now
Would be the only sound
No front no back
No present tense
No milk from no holy cow

She killed his past with her kiss
All past was but a lie
She killed his head
She killed his mouth
And opened up the sky

. . .


Look at them now, look at them do
Look they found the dove their vastness too
Whirlpools whirl and dragnets drag
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 sacral 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 gray surprise swirls below
They could be happy too the ideas 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
...

. . .


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, points 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
...

. . .


Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough
Red angels wait to pick remains

The cindered shoulder
Of confused men
Separate from them, their awe

With gray desire
He looks out mad
His soft gray 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

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

With gray desire
He looks out mad
His soft gray indigo eyes
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 gray desire
He looks out mad
His soft gray, indigo eyes
Indigo eyes

. . .


Make me a mannered, a mannered thing
Carved of wood, a life force thing
Give it an arm, that points to the earth
And a hand, that points at me

No matter where I stand
No matter where I stand
And knows all
That we can't see

The clock cannot be turned
With remorseful yearns
Time has nothing to do with it

You would see, you would see
If you were three again
And did it all the same
Fate drives you insane
Fate drives you insane

And did you throw you in the road
Put your face to shame
Did you think your mouth could teach
Make you think you think

It's got a lot to do with
It's got a lot to do
Let's get nothing, nothing askew

Time has got nothing to do with it
Oh, time has got nothing to do with it
Time has got nothing to do with it
Oh, time has got nothing to do with it

Change is insane with eyes that blame
And morals that blank the lines
Of transmissions new
If only we knew

It's not all happening there
Where blanks are scarce
And blindness is forgot
Is forgot

The perfect plan is not the man
Who tells you you are wrong
Time has got nothing to do with it
Oh, time has got nothing to do with it

Disappear into the clear
And visions understood
Wrestle now and shout the vow
The illusion is the pain
The illusion is the pain

Time has got nothing to do with it
Oh, time has got nothing to do with it
Time has got nothing to do with it
Oh, time has got nothing to do with it
Time has got nothing to do with it, time

. . .


It looks a dream, I could conquer it
The soft hills and shores, beguiled and silent lights

It looks a dream and smells the same
I could conquer it and still feel sane
The soft hills and shores, beguiled and silent lights
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
It looks a dream and smells the same
I submit to it and still feel sane
I submit to it and still feel sane

The people best are simple here
And thought escapes me, no judge, no fear
No burning fear, their eyes don't pierce
Slowly worked, smoke ringed arms
It's too hot to mention, slow worked
Slow smoked 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 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

. . .


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 of 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, ahh, 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

. . .


(Fun)
(Fun)
(Fun)
(Fun)
(Fun)
(Fun)

(Fun) hey, baby, really like your lips
(Fun) hey, baby, really like your pants
All aboard for funtime

(Fun) hey, I feel lucky tonight
I'm gonna get stoned and run around
All aboard for a funtime

(Fun) we don't need no heavy trips
(Fun) we just do what we want to do
All aboard for funtime

(Fun) everybody we want in
We want some, we want some
All aboard for funtime

(Fun) last night I was down in the lab
(Fun) talking to Dracula and his crew
All aboard for funtime

(We're having fun)
(We're having fun)
(We're having fun)
(We're having fun)

(Fun) hey, baby, really like your lips
(Fun) hey, baby, really like your pants
All aboard for funtime

(Fun) didn't need no heavy trips
(Fun) just did what we wanted to do
All aboard for funtime

(Fun) last night I was down in the lab
(Fun) talking to Dracula and his crew
All aboard for funtime

(We're having fun)
(We're having fun)
(We're having fun)
(We're having fun)
(We're having fun) (we're having fun)
(We're having fun) (fun)
(We're having fun) (having fun)
(We're having fun) (we're having fun)
(We're having fun) (we're having)

. . .


I am
Responsible
Leper and still
Ready to take the fool pill

Waiting for the flow
Looking out for the Sun
Wax them wane
Men in jail

Picks and hips
Longing strings
The deadness says
To look within

CHORUS
I've got a miniature secret camera
I've got a miniature secret camera
I've got a miniature secret camera
I've got a miniature secret camera

This is to look within
I feel unsafe, like an undercooked thing
Thing that is all sauce and gin
Take me up, take me up, take me up, come on in

CHORUS

Bread is good
Bread is fine
Bread is money
Bread is mine

Bread can fill
An eager need
Bread can buy
A heart that breeds

CHORUS

Miniature secret
Miniature secret
Miniature secret
A miniature secret
Miniature secret
Miniature secret
A miniature secret
A miniature secret
Miniature secret
Miniature secret
A miniature secret
A miniature secret
Miniature secret
A miniature secret
A miniature secret
A miniature secret

. . .


Fun
Fun
Fun
Fun

Hey, baby, really like your lips
Hey, baby, really like your pants
All aboard for funtime

Hey, I feel lucky tonight
I'm gonna get stoned and run around
All aboard for a funtime

We don't need no heavy trips
We just do what we want to do
Do what we want to do

Having fun
Come and have some fun
funtime

Last night I was down in the lab
I was talking to Drac and his crew
We were having fun

Didn't need no heavy trips
We just did what we wanted to do
We had fun

Everybody
We want in
All aboard for funtime

Fun

Last night I was down in the lab
I was talking to Dracula and his crew
All aboard for funtime

Didn't need no heavy trips
He just did what He wanted to do
All aboard for funtime

We're having fun

I like your lips
I like your pants
All aboard for fun
Time

All aboard for funtime

We're having fun
We're having fun

. . .


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