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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


Dust (2002)
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Thing to Remember when writing figures of speech and sound
The Power of poetry comes from the ability to defy logic
Defy Logic Often
Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky.

Tell us that your lover is the sky.

When you do that
We won't believe you,
We won't believe you
Because saying so makes no sense
But we'll see a meaning.

We'll see a meaning
The other thing is the ability to be remembered.

Love Anything.

Love Anything

Wasted
I cut myself down
Cut myself down
Wasted
Now Breaking Free
Breaking Free
It's no longer me

Understand where you came from

Floating
I'm facing me down
Prostrate to the ground

Understand

Prostrate to the ground
Mystery
Rain down on my life
down on my life

Maybe there is nothing to say

Breathing
The future is gone
The strain of the past

Sometimes nothing often means;
The beauty of the human experience

Healing
Rain down on my life
Down on my life
Wasted
Now breaking free
Breaking free
It's no longer me

Love Anything

Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky
Love Anything.

Love Anything

Love Anything

Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky

Sometimes

Sometimes nothing often means
the beauty of the human experience,

These things are to be remembered

To be remembered




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Gone to sound
Your vision' thirst
On a parted road
To wanderlust
The means to magic
You've still to find
Fake Sparkle
Or Golden Dust?

More or less
I've told the score
More or less
I've told the score
Send that shiver Shiva look
Dance the chance the writer took

More or less
I've told the score
Lucky Luke
Or dark door?
Send that shiver Shiva look
Fake Sparkle or Golden Dust?

More or less
I've told the score
More or less
I've told the score
Send that shiver Shiva look
Dance the chance the writer took






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No Yester Dreams
No grey desire
No body's sap and tire
No sorrows born
Of Lust's disguise
No Home Without It's Sire

Break out the tomb
The selfmade womb
No faded flick
No grey desire
No body's sap and tire

And if you ask me
You know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well I'll be waiting in the driver's car

No Yester Dreams
No grey desire
No body's sap and tire
No sorrows born
Of Lust's disguise
No Home Without It's Sire

Break out the tomb
The selfmade womb
No faded flick
No grey desire
No body's sap and tire

And if you ask me
You know I'll give
And if you run from me
Well I'll be waiting in the driver's car




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There is no place like
Just for Love
Just understand that
Just for Love
Come with me
Just for Love
It was you that I thought of

Just For Love

The stars are calling you
And you've never been so luminescent
The city calls for you
Amd you've never been so luminescent

Just For Love
Just For Love
Just For Love
Just For Love

Me the shaker you the sheihk now
With every move now
I'm the mover with the groove now
Just For Love
Just For Love

The stars spin for you
And you've never been so luminescent
The city spins for you
And you've never been so luminescent
Just For Love
Just For Love
Just For Love




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Throws a look
Blows away
She woke up to follow
The lapping ocean
Is her thing
An ever friend
Not hollow
Her whispers are
In the wind
Rain for her
Just fountains
Her garden where
The Lovers go
No thunder there
Not harrow

Just woke up
To follow it
Throws a look
And still
The swallows fall
Around that face
And wonder is for her

Girlchild with the universes in her

With sleepy eyes
She throws a look
At the passing swallow
Nestled in
Her candy hair
She's never heard
Of tomorrow
How it filled me
How it filled
Girlchild Aglow
How it filled me
How it filled
Letting go of sorrow




. . .


Water Lily
Freedom
Where does the
Spirit lay?
Freedom
Lying in shadows
Of light and clay

I trace your feet
Like transparent thrones
I dream of your clinging
I am not alone
I glide with you
Draw you with kole
Your paint the river
I am not alone

That lover
in the crash
That scent
lingers now
Your face

Your face

I trace your feet
Like transparent thrones
I dream of your clinging
I am not alone
I glide with you
Draw you with kole
Your paint the river
I am not alone





. . .


You smile at me
With your lost eyes
In awe of what you think
Your heaven thick with wanderlust
Your gold
Just cold cold steel

Where is love in that Jungle Haze
You're building temples made with sand

You call on them
to kiss your feet
When you should kiss their hand
Your heaven thick with dust
Your wishing
Still so clean

Where is love in that
Jungle Haze
You're building temples
made with sand
Leave your city
Leave your dream
Let the silent sway

Come hear the silent sway






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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

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It's like there's a straight way you know, you know
I've told you before it's as thin as ice
As thin as the razor snow
Don't freeze in the snow
Don't bake in the heat
I'll be your breath
There's a place where we can meet
There's a place where we can meet
There's a place where we can meet

Use me

Be my voice in my midnight mediation
When I wake, be my heart's floatation
Come and fill, come and fill from the overflow
Come and play, come and play me like a bird

Don't sleep in the subway
I'm, I'm needing you well, I
I feel you, you're closing down, yeah
Get close, talk right through me
Get close, keep tight with me
If you fall now it could be forever
I'm telling you the line is thin now
I've told you before this hate is a sin
Empty out for the overflow
Let love begin
Let love
Let love begin

Let love begin

I am not what you think I am
But what you know
I'm the maker of wings
That you teach me, teach me to sew
My wonder is yours
As you trip to the sea
I'll be your breath
In this place where we will meet
In this place where we will meet
In this place where we will meet

Let love, love begin
Let love begin

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