Growing Up

Peter Gabriel

Transposer:

Folded in your fleshy purse I am floating once again While the muted sounds are pumping rhythm All the walls close in on me Pressure's building wave on wave Until the water breaks and outside I go oh One dot that's on or off Defines what is and what is not one dot Two dot a pair of eyes a voice A touch complete surprise two dot Growing up growing up Looking for a place to live Growing up growing up Looking for a place to live Growing up growing up Looking for a place to live Growing up growing up Looking for a place to live My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space Three dot a trinity A way to map the universe three dot Four dot is what will make a square A bed to build on it's all there four dot My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space All the slow clouds pass us by Make the empire state look high As you take me in your sea-stained sweetness It spills it tingles and it stings All the pleasure that it brings Until the door has let the outside inside here Well on the floor there's a long wooden table On the table there's an open book On the page there's a detailed drawing And on the drawing is the name I took My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space Growing up growing up Looking for a place to live Growing up growing up Looking for a place to live Growing up growing up Looking for a place to live Growing up growing up Looking for a place to live My ghost likes to travel My ghost likes to travel Moving inside of your space My ghost likes to travel My ghost likes to travel Moving inside of your space My ghost likes to travel Moving inside My ghost likes to travel Moving inside of your space My ghost likes to travel Moving inside My ghost likes to travel Moving inside of your space The breathing stops I don't know when In transition once again Such a struggle getting through these changes And it all seems so absurd To be flying like a bird When I do not feel I've really landed here

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D, G, C

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Eb, F#, Db, G#, C, Bbm, F

Lovetown

Em, C, Am, Bm, D

Washing of the Water

C, F, Bb, D, E, G, B, Am, Em, F#, Fmaj7, Dm, G#

Father,son

D, A, A/G#, F#m, A/E, D/B, A/Db, E, A/G, D/F#, G/B, F#m/A, E/G#, Db

Shock The Monkey

Dm, F, Fadd9, C6/E, C/E, C, Bb

Family Snapshot

E, A, D, G, B, e, F#, C, Gmaj7, Am, Dbm, F#m, b, c, c#, d, Em, f#, g, a, Bm

Après moi

Gm, Bb, Bb/A, A7, Dm, Gm6, Bbmaj7, Gm7, Dm9, A7/4, Bb6, G#, Eb, D7/4, D7

Diy

C, B, A, D, G, Bm7, Bm, F#, Gmaj7, Em, Db

Secret World

D, B, Bm/G, A, D/B, G, D/F#, D/A, A/F#, C/D, C, G/D

Cette chanson explore le voyage intérieur de la quête d'identité tout en grandissant. Elle évoque un sentiment de flottement et de recherche d’un espace qui nous appartient, en passant par des étapes de transition symbolisées par des illustrations et des repères. Il y a une métaphore de l'enfance et des expériences partagées avec une autre personne, où la mélancolie de l'innocence perdue se mêle à une curiosité pour l'inconnu. Le contexte pourrait être celui des réflexions sur le passage de l'enfance à l'âge adulte, un moment où l'on se questionne sur notre place dans le monde et où l'on ressent des pressions extérieures. Les images choisies dessinent une toile de fond riche et poétique, illustrant les luttes qui accompagnent cette période de croissance personnelle.

Le Chansonnier