Peter Gabriel – On The Air scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 Built in the belly of junk by the river my cabin stands Made from the trash I dug out ‘the heap, with my own fair hands Every night, I’m back at the shack and I’m sure no one is there I’m putting the aerial up, so I can go out on the air On the air On the air On the air Every morning I’m out at dawn with the dwarfs and the tramp For a silent communion lit from above by the sodium lamps Everyone I meet on the street acts as if I wasn’t there But they’re all going to know who I am ‘cos I can go out on the air On the air On the air On the air Leaving the car down leafy lane Turning out Tarzan for my Jungle Jane anyone at all From Captain Zero and his brand of superhero standing by a call Oh it’s not easy No it’s not easy Making real friends Don’t give me your steak-reared milkboys, milkboys Half alive on empty white noise, white noise I got power, I’m proud to be loud; my signal goes out clear I want everybody to know that Mozo is here On the air On the air On the air