Lyrics Supper's Ready - Genesis, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel

Supper's Ready

i.
Lovers leap
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off.
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.
As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time.
I swear I saw your face change, it didn’t seem quite right.
…And its hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue.
Hey my baby don’t you know our love is true.
Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies.
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright.
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly,
the seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
…And its hey babe your supper’s waiting for you.
Hey my baby don’t you know our love is true.
I’ve been so far from here,
far from your warm arms.
Its good to feel you again.
Its been a long long time.
Hasn’t it?
ii.The guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
I know a farmer who looks after the farm,
with water clear, he cares for all his harvest.
I know a fireman who looks after the fire.
You, can’t you see he’s fooled you all.
Yes, he’s here again, can’t you see he’s fooled you all.
Share his peace,
sign the lease.
He’s a supersonic scientist,
he’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.
Look, look into my mouth he cries.
And all the children lost down many paths,
I bet my life, you’ll walk inside,
Hand in hand,
gland in gland
with a spoonful of miracle,
He’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.
We will rock you, rock you little snake,
we will keep you snug and warm.
iii.Ikhnaton and Itsacon and their band of Merry Men
Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest,
we walked across the fields to see the children of the West,
Ww saw a host of dark skinned warriors
standing still below the ground,
Waiting for battle.
The fights begun, they’ve been released.
Killing foe for peace… bang, bang, bang.
bang, bang, bang…
And they’ve given me a wonderful potion,
'cos I cannot contain my emotion.
And even though I’m feeling good,
something tells me, I’d better activate my prayer capsule.
Today’s a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate.
The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord.
iv.
How dare I so beautiful?
Wandering in the chaos the battle has left,
we climb up the mountain of human flesh,
to a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
A young figure sits still by a pool,
he’s been stamped «Human Bacon"by some butchery tool.
(he is you)
Social Security took care of this lad,
we watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
A flower?
v.Willow farm
If you go down to Willow Farm,
to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies.
Open your eyes, its full of surprise, everyone lies,
like the focks on the rocks,
and the musical box.
Oh, there’s Mum and Dad, and good and bad,
and everyone’s happy to be here.
There’s Winston Churchill dressed in drag,
he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.
The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an egg,
and the egg was a bird,
Hadn’t you heard?
Yes we’re happy as fish, and gorgeous as geese,
and wonderfully clean in the morning.
We’ve got everything, we’re growing everything,
We’ve got some in We’ve got some out
We’ve got some wild things floating about.
Everyone, we’re changing everyone,
You name them all,
We’ve had them here,
And the real stars are still to appear.
ALL CHANGE!
Feel your body melt;
Mum to mud to mad to dad
Dad diddley office, dad diddley office,
You’re all full of ball.
Dad to dam to dum to mum
Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing.
You’re all full of ball.
Let me hear your lies, we’re living this up to the eyes.
Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa
Momma I want you now.
And as you listen to my voice.
To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.
You’ve been here all the time,
like it or not, like what you got,
You’re under the soil,
yes deep in the soil.
So we’ll end with a whistle and end with a bang
and all of us fit in our places.
vi.Apocalypse in 9/8 (Co-starring the delicius talents of Gabble Ratchet)
With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
the Pied Piper takes his children underground.
Dragon’s coming out of the sea,
with the shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he’s doing well, by the look in human eyes.
You’d better not compromise.
It won’t be easy.
666 is no longer alone,
He’s getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking-glass, reflecting the full moon,
In blood, he’s writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
And its hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
hey my baby, don’t you know our love is true,
I’ve been so far from here,
far from your loving arms,
now I’m back again, and baby it’s going to work out fine.
sure as eggs is eggs (Aching men’s feet)
Can’t you feel our souls ignite
Shedding ever-changing colours, in the darkness of the fading night.
Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home.
There’s an angel standing in the sun, and he’s crying with a loud voice,
«This is the supper of the mighty one».
Lord of Lord’s,
king of Kings,
has returned to lead his children home,
to take them to the new Jerusalem.
(Grazie a Salvo per questo testo e a Ro. g per le correzioni)