Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Week Five: Peter Murphy - "All Night Long" - Love Hysteria

I started going out to The Church at The Lizard Lounge back in early 1995 (when I was still 17), thanks to the fact that I bore a striking resemblance to an upperclass(wo)man, who gave me her expired ID once she turned 18.  The door guy never even flinched when I handed him the ID week after week.

Almost every time this song, "All Night Long", was played, I would notice a beautiful boy, who was handsomely-chiseled like Peter Murphy, dancing so gracefully to this tune.  I never bothered to approach him or make any contact with him because I was in a relationship at the time, and I am always very loyal to my significant other.

Once I embarked upon my sophomore year of college, I found myself single at about the same time that this same beautiful boy came walking into the campus coffee shop.  I swear that I had to rub my eyes to make sure that I was not imagining things.

He had started attending the same school that Fall semester.  We ended up going out on quite a few dates and had a few drunken escapades together, but he was far better looking than he was interesting.

However, to this day, when I hear this song, I cannot help remembering his graceful moves on the dance floor and how cool I thought he must have been.  I almost wish I had never actually met him so that I could keep that memory forever held in place.



When the night is closing

Eyes are running wild

Then I hear you humming

All night long



The sign I see it

Tell me am I true

All I need from you is

All I see



This city's paved with cold

Playboys buying fun

Seems there is no hunter left

Without his hunting gun



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



Oh your see-saw smile

Lasts me all night long

Like a siren's curl

When the night is long



Now come hold my hand

No bad vibe hearts

Hold my hand you know

This journey could be long



Yeah the seasons come in

All the nights are woven

All the nights we'll see them through

Ahh no hundred men now

Would dare cut into us

We'll go on and see it through



Belle,

Une rose qui a joue son role

Mon Miroir,

Mon clef d'or

Mon cheval

Et mon gant sont les cinq secrets de ma puissance

Je voulais livrer

Il vous suffira de mettre ce gant

A votre main droite

Il vous transportera ou vous desirez l'etre



When the night has come in

Your eyes are running wild

Then I hear you humming

All night long



Yeah the sign I see it

Yeah the times I see it

All I need to know from you

Is all I see



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

Yeah the seasons come in

All the nights are woven

All the nights we'll see them through

Ahh no hundred men now

Would dare cut into us

We'll go on and see it through



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