Pérolas 053 (especial Peter Murphy)

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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

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In “All Night Long” – Peter Murphy

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On and on it goes

Calling like a distant wind

Through the zero hour we'll walk

Cut the thick and break the thin

No sound to break no moment clear

When all the doubts are crystal clear

Crashing hard into the secret wind

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In “Cuts You Up” – Peter Murphy

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Approaching death with a yearning heart
With pride and no despise

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Hot tears flow as she recounts
Her favourite worded token
Forgive me please for hurting so
Don't go away heartbroken no

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In “Marlene Dietrich's Favorite Poem” – Peter Murphy

A strange kind of love

A strange kind of feeling

Swims through your eyes

And like the doors

To a wide vast dominion

They open to your prize

This is no terror ground

Or place for the rage

No broken hearts

White wash lies

Just a taste for the truth

Perfect taste choice and meaning

A look into your eyes

Blind to the gemstone alone

A smile from a frown circles round

Should he stay or should he go

Let him shout a rage so strong

A rage that knows no right or wrong

And take a little piece of you

There is no middle ground

Or that's how it seems

For us to walk or to take

Instead we tumble down

Either side left or right

To love or to hate

In “Strange Kind Of Love” – Peter Murphy