April 2011
130 posts
Solsbury Hill
Peter Gabriel
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill, I could see the city lights / wind was blowing, time stood still / eagle flew out of the night / he was something to observe / came in close, I heard a voice / standing, stretching every nerve / had to listen, had no choice / I did not believe the information / just had to trust imagination / my heart going boom, boom, boom / “Son,” he said, “grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.”