Peter Murphy, a legend...

If, somehow, someway, Peter Murphy had declined at all in my mind as one of the finest performers I have ever seen, his position was reclaimed tonight. He will remain for all time one of the best live shows I have ever seen, followed closely by Siouxsie Sioux (very closely).

I don't know how he does it either. It's not just charisma, it's not just charm, it's not just his voice (dear me, his voice, as if that wasn't enough). Somehow the combination of these things, along with the beauty and honesty of his music, penetrates deep into my heart as if reaching in to take it out and show me just how miraculous it is that I am alive and experiencing, well, anything at all. His shows are emotional roller coasters. Joy, nostalgia, sorrow, loss, happiness, peace, exhilaration, exaltation, desperation... and that moment of remembering the moment that just slipped away. It's almost too difficult to keep up. And the eroticism... oh. dear. god. Every movement he made on that stage oozed sexuality. Although to be honest it's the eyes that kill me. He looks at you like he knows what you're thinking, and he likes it. Fuck.





I'm not sure if my favorite part of the show was when he spit rose petals at the audience, or when he played Ziggy Stardust in his encore!

Either way, I'm hoping he finds his way into my dreams tonight.



Cuts You Up:

I find you in the morning... after dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
"Hold the secret close", I hear you say

You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
to conquer it, to feel you're higher
To follow it you must be clean,
with mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

Yeah 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

It's okay... it goes this way
The line is thin, it twists away
Cuts you up, It throws about
Keep me walking, but never shout.





To the crowd
To the world
You were so dry
And with the token bird I made
Send it to fly right to your side
With the broken wing you sailed
Oh like winter in July
A barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood
To wash on you
It's here I'll be with you

Well if the birds can reach the sky
To this land I'll be with you
'Til the sun bursts from your side
With my hands I reach to you
When you think your chance is passing by
When you blow your moon away
I'll bleed like the reed
Fall with your knife
It's here I'll be with you