the subtle flavour in the air...

manchmal ist es fast ein hauch von glück, den peter gabriel hier klavier und gitarre über die dumpfeste zerstörung legen lässt. über die schleichende verwüstung der gefühle, welche angst anzurichten vermag.
die beichte einer gemarterten seele in liedform. ihre peinigerin leicht und unscheinbar wie ein herbstduft. ringsum unbeeindruckt wiesen und felder, in die abendsonne getaucht. eine traurige miniatur. bezaubernd.


peter gabriel - mother of violence (1978)

ha un profumo sottile la paura. come polverizzato dal sole dolce della sera quando pervade un'anima e le turba i sensi. la natura intorno che rimane indifferente. un ritratto sconvolgentemente soave.

walking the street with her naked feet

so full of rhythm but I can't find the beat

snapping her heels clicking her toes

everybody knows just where she goes

fear, fear - she's the mother of violence

making me tense to watch the way she breed

fear, she's the mother of violence

you know self-defense is all you need

it's getting hard to breathe

it's getting so hard to believe

to believe in anything at all

mouth all dry eyes blood shot

data stored in microdot

kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes

tv dinner, tv news

fear, fear -- she's the mother of violence

don't make any sense to watch the way she breed

fear, she's the mother of violence

making me tense to watch the way she feed

the only way you know she's there

Is the subtle flavour in the air

getting hard to breathe

hard to believe in anything at all

but fear

pictures: kenji toma