Solsbury Hill

There's something so adorable about Peter Gabriel riding his bike onstage while singing this song. I haven't heard more than two Peter Gabriel songs in my life, so I suppose I don't really qualify as a fan, but I love him for Solsbury Hill, deeply and innocently, with all the courage I can muster. I'm so scared of growing up.

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climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
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
I had to listen, had no choice

I did not believe the information
I just had to trust imagination
my heart going, boom-boom-boom
"son," he said
"grab your things, I've come to take you home,"

to keeping silence, I resigned
my friends would think I was a nut
turning water into wine
open doors would soon be shut

so I went from day to day
though my life was in a rut
'til I thought of what I'd say
which connection I would cut

I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
my heart going, boom-boom-boom
"son," he said
"grab your things, I've come to take you home,"

when illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
and liberty, she pirouette
when I think that I am free

watched by empty silhouettes
who close their eyes, but still can see
no one taught them etiquette
I will show another me

today, I don't need a replacement
I'll 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 take me home,"
oh, I'll soon be home