Peter GABRIEL


IV
(Security)

(1982)



1. The Rythm Of The Heat 5'19
(Peter Gabriel)
2. San Jacinto 6'34
(Peter Gabriel)
3. I Have The Touch 4'36
(Peter Gabriel)
4. The Family And The Fishing Net 7'08
(Peter Gabriel)
5. Shock The Monkey 5'28
(Peter Gabriel)
6. Lay Your Hands On Me 6'10
(Peter Gabriel)
7. Wallflower 6'38
(Peter Gabriel)
8. Kiss Of Life 4'17
(Peter Gabriel)

Total Time: 46:10


  • Peter Gabriel - Vocals (1-8), Surdo Drums (1, 8), Linn Programming (1-6), CMI (1-8), Prophet (1, 3, 5-7), Additional Drums (2), Piano (7), Backing Vocals (1-8)
  • David Rhodes - Guitar (2-8), Backing Vocals (1, 3, 4, 6, 8)
  • John Ellis - Guitar (4), Additional Guitar (2), Backing Vocals (1, 3, 8)
  • Larry Fast - Moog (1, 3), Prophet (1, 3, 5, 7), Moog Brass (2, 8), Moog Bass (4), Electronic Percussion (8)
  • David Lord - Polymoog (6), Prophet (6), CMI (6, 7), Piano (7, 8)
  • Roberto Laneri - Treated Saxophone (4)
  • Stephen Paine - CMI (4)
  • Tony Levin - Bass (1, 6-8), Stick (2-5), Fretless Bass (6)
  • Jerry Marotta - Drums (1-8), Surdo Drums (1), Percussion (6)
  • EKOME DANCE COMPANY - Ghanaian Drums (1)
  • Morris Pert - Timbales (6), Percussion (8), Traditional Ethiopian Pipes (4)
  • Jill Gabriel - Backing Vocals (2)
  • Peter Hammill - Backing Vocals (4-6)

    Produced by David Lord and Peter Gabriel
    Engineered by David Lord, assisted by Neil Perry
    Electronic Production and Processing by Larry Fast and Peter Gabriel
    Remix: 'Shock The Monkey'
    SARM STUDIOS
    Engineer: Julian Mendelsohn with the help of Danny Heaps
    Digital Editing:
    ADVISION STUDIOS with thanks to Mike King
    Digital Mixing Facilities:
    (SONY PCM 1610 System) supplied by DIGITAL AUDIO SYSTEMS
    Mobile One: Andy Rose and Tim Wybrow
    Fairlight CMI Recording, Programming, Development: Stephen Paine of
    SYCO SYSTEMS, Peter Gabriel, David Lord and Larry Fast
    Digital Delays and Reverberation:
    AMS with Thanks To Stuart Nevison and Mark Crabtree
    Equipment: Albert Lawrence, Mai Craggs, Alan Terry and Ian Tucker
    Management: Gailforce with special thanks to Gail Colson and Norma Bishop

    Originally Mastered by Ian Cooper at The TOWN HOUSE, London
    Original Sleeve: Based on video images by Malcolm Poynter, Peter Gabriel and David Gardner
    Photos and Gluing: DJ
    Typesetting: Ron Hart
    Remastered by: Tony Cousins at
    METROPOLIS
    Engineer at
    REAL WORLD STUDIOS: Richard Chappell
    Assistant Engineers: Dan Roe and Edel Griffith

    All Songs Written by Peter Gabriel
    Published by
    REAL WORLD MUSIC Ltd.

    Thanks To:

    Jill, Stephanie, Tattie, Eda, Glenn and Gaynor

    Recorded at home (the first two weeks with Mobile One) and mixed down the road at CRESCENT STUDIOS, Bath

    Larry Fast appears Courtesy of PASSPORT RECORDS Inc.
    David Rhodes appears Courtesy of
    SELF CONTROL
    Tony Levin appears Courtesy of
    EG RECORDS Ltd.

    Further Information from www.petergabriel.com

    You can obtain more information on REAL WORLD recordings from REAL WORLD RECORDS

    (p) & 2002 Peter GABRIEL Ltd.
    Licensed exclusively to
    VIRGIN RECORDS Ltd.





    1. The Rythm Of The Heat

      Looking out the window
      I see the red dust clear
      High up on the red rock
      Stands the shadow with the spear

      The land here is strong
      Strong beneath my feet
      it feeds on the blood
      it feeds on the heat

      The rhythm is below me
      The rhythm of the heat
      The rhythm is around me
      The rhythm has control
      The rhythm is inside me
      The rhythm has my soul

      The rhythm of the heat
      The rhythm of the heat
      The rhythm of the heat
      The rhythm of the heat

      Drawn across the plainland
      To the place that is higher
      Drawn into the circle
      That dances round the fire
      We spit into out hands
      And breathe across the palms
      Raising them up high
      Help open to the sun

      Self-conscious, uncertain
      I'm showered with the dust
      The spirit enter into me
      And I submit to trust

      Smash the radio
      No outside voices here
      Smash the watch
      Cannot tear the day to shreds
      Smash the camera
      Cannot steal away the spirits
      The rhythm is around me
      The rhythm has control
      The rhythm is inside me

    2. San Jacinto

      Thick cloud - steam rising - hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
      Around me - buffalo robe - sage in bundle - run on skin
      Outside - cold air - stand, wait for rising sun
      Red paint - eagle feathers - coyote calling - it has begun
      Something moving in - I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
      It feels like dying - slow - letting go of life
      Medicine man lead me up though town - Indian ground - so far down
      Cut up land - each house - a pool - kids wearing water wings - drink in cool
      Follow dry river bed - watch Scout and Guides make pow-wow signs
      Past Geronimo's disco - Sit 'n' Bull steakhouse - white men dream
      A rattle in the old man's sack - look at mountain top - keep climbing up
      Way above us the desert snow - white wind blow

      I hold the line - the line of strength that pulls me through the fear
      San Jacinto - I hold the line
      San Jacinto - the poison bite and darkness take my sight - I hold the line
      And the tears roll down my swollen cheek - think I'm losing it - getting weaker
      I hold the line - I hold the line
      San Jacinto - tellow eagle flies down from the sun - from the sun

      We will walk - on the land
      We will breathe - of the air
      We will drink - from the stream
      We will live - hold the line

    3. I Have The Touch

      The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
      The pushing of the people - I like it all so much
      Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
      I move with the movement and ... I have the touch

      I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark
      Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
      There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
      Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch

      Wanting contact
      I'm wanting contact
      I'm wanting contact with you
      Shake those hands, shake those hands
      Give me the thing I understand
      Shake those hands, shake those hands
      Shake those hands, shake those hands

      Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do
      All those introductions, I never miss my cue
      So before a question, so before a doubt
      My hand moves out and ... I have the touch

      Wanting contact
      I'm wanting contact
      I'm wanting contact with you
      Shake those hands, shake those hands
      Give me the thing I understand
      Shake those hands, shake those hands

      Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
      Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
      I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
      Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems to please

      I need contact
      I need contact
      Nothing seems to please
      I need contact

    4. The Family And The Fishing Net

      Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
      Her honey belly pulls the seams
      Curves are still upon the hinge
      Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin

      Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
      The sponge is full, well out of sight
      All around the conversations
      Icing on the warm flesh cake

      Light creeps through her secret tunnels
      Sucked into the open spaces
      Burning out in sudden flashes
      Draining blood from well-fed faces

      Desires form in subtle whispers
      Flex the muscles in denial
      Up and down its pristine cage
      So the music, so the trial

      Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens
      Dance in circles, they the blessed
      Man and wife, undressed by all
      Their grafted trunks in heat possessed

      Even as the soft skins tingle
      They mingle with the homeless mother
      Who loves the day but lives another
      That once was hers

      The worried father, long lost lover
      Brushes ashes with his broom
      Rehearses jokes to fly and hover
      Bursting over the bride and groom

      And the talk goes on

      Memories crash on tireless waves
      The lifeguards whom the winter saves

      Silence falls the guillotine
      All the doors are shut
      Nervous hands grip tight the knife
      In the darkness, till the cake is cut
      Passed around, in little pieces
      The body and the flesh
      The family and the fishing-net
      And another in the mesh

      The body and the flesh

    5. Shock The Monkey

      Shock the monkey to live
      Shock the monkey to live

      Cover me when I run
      Cover me through the fire
      Something knocked me out' the trees
      Now I'm on my knees
      Cover me, darling please
      Monkey, monkey, monkey
      Don't you know when you're going to shock the monkey

      Fox the fox
      Rat the rat
      You can ape the ape
      I know about that
      There is one thing you must be sure of
      I can't take any more
      Darling, don't you monkey with the monkey
      Monkey, monkey, monkey
      Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey

      Wheels keep turning
      Something's burning
      Don't like it but I guess I'm learning

      Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey

      Cover me, when I sleep
      Cover me, when I breathe
      You throw your pearls before the swine
      Make the monkey blind
      Cover me, darling please
      Monkey, monkey, monkey
      Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey

      Too much at stake
      Ground beneath me shake
      And the news is breaking

      Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey

      Shock the monkey
      Shock the monkey
      Shock the monkey to life

    6. Lay Your Hands On Me

      Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic flowers on the window sil
      No more miracles, loaves and fished, been so busy with the washing of the dishes
      Reaction level's much too high - I can do without the stimuli
      I'm living way beyong my ways and means, living in the zone of the inbetweens
      I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of the cold emotion
      Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent hidden spies

      But still the warmth flows through me
      And I sense you know me well
      No luck, no golden chances
      No mitigating circumstances now
      It's only common sense
      There are no accidents around here

      I am willing - lay your hands on me
      I am ready - lay your hands on me
      I believe - lay your hands on me, over me

      Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their garden hoses
      Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the cocktail satellite
      I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways leading underground

      But still the warmth flows through me
      And I sense you know me well
      It's only common sense
      There are no accidents around here

      I am willing - lay your hands on me
      I am ready - lay your hands on me
      I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
      over me

      Lay your hands on me
      Lay your hands on me
      Lay your hands on me, over me

    7. Wallflower

      6x6 - from wall to wall
      Shutters on the windows, no light at all
      Damp on the floor you got damp on the bed
      They're trying to get you crazy - get you out of your head
      They feed you scraps and they feed you lies
      To lower your defences, no compromise
      Nothing you can do, they day can be long
      You ming is working overtime, you body's not too strong

      Hold on, hold on
      They put you in a box so you can't get heard
      Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred

      Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
      And you face the night alone
      While the builders of the cages
      They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
      They do not see your road to freedom
      That you build with flesh and bone

      They take you out - the light burns your eyes
      To the talking room - it's not surprise
      Loaded questions from clean white coats
      Their eyes are all as hidden as their Hipppcratic Oath
      They tell you - how to behave, hehave as their guest
      You want to resist them, you do your best
      They take you to your limits, they take you beyond
      For all that they are doing there's no way to respond

      Hold on, hold on
      They put you in a box so you can't get heard
      Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred

      Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
      And you face the night alone
      While the builders of the cages
      They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
      They do not see your road to freedom
      That you build with flesh and bone

      Though you may disappear, you're not forgotten here
      And I will say to you, I will do what I can do

      You may disappear, you're not forgotten here
      And I will say you you, I will do what I can do
      And I will do what I can do
      And I will do what I can do

    8. Kiss Of Life

      See me a big woman, big woman look how you dance
      See me a big woman, big woman caught in a trance

      Dancing on the tabletop, covered up with the Easter feast
      You're dancing for the fishermen, from the very large right to the least
      Dancing for the slow release, first the boy and then the beast then the beast

      Burning, buring with the kiss of life
      Burning, buring with the kiss of life

      See me, a big woman, big woman so full of life
      See me, a big woman, big woman going to be my wife

      Watching for the different eyes - they change your face - they come inside
      Watch the spirits laugh and cry, watch them find a place to hide
      Watch the spirits talk in tongues, watch them take you for a ride

      Down at the ocean lies a body in the sand
      Big woman sits beside, head in hand
      With heat from her skin, and fire from her breath
      She blows hard, she slows deep in the mouth of death

      Burning, burning with the kiss of life
      Burning, burning with the kiss of life
      Burning, burning with the kiss of life