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Staving Carsten Becker:

I might have a go at this over the weekend - PG is my favourite musician

>  SOLSBURY HILL (Peter Gabriel)
>  ŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻ
>  Climing up on Solsbury Hill
>  I could see the city lights
>  Wind was blowing, time stood still
>  Eagle flew out of the night
>  He was something to observe
>  Came in close, I heard a voice
>  Standing stretching every nerve
>  Had to listen, had no choice
>
>  I did not believe the information.
>  I just had to trust imagination.
>  My heart going boom boom boom
>  "Hey," he said, "grab your things,
>  I've come to take you home."
>  Hey -- back home!
>
>  To keep inside as I'd designed,

I've always heard this as "To keep in silence, I resigned"

>  My friends would think I was a nut
>  Changing water into wine
>  Open doors would soon be shut
>  So I went from day to day
>  But my life was in a rut
>  Till I thought of what I'd say,
>  Which connection I should cut.
>
>  I was feeling part of the scenery.
>  I walked right out of the machinery.
>  My heart going boom boom boom
>  "Hey," he said, "grab your things,
>  I've come to take you home."
>  Hey -- back home!

Third verse

When illusions spin a net,
I'm never where I wanna be,
And liberty, she pirouettes
When I think that I am free.
Watched by empty silhouettes
who close their eyes but still can see,
No one taught them ettiquette,
I will show another me.
Today I don't need a replacement,
I show them what the smile on my face meant,
My heart going boom-boom-boom,
"Hey," I said, "You can keep my things they've come to me home."

Pete