I seen Peter play with VDGG, and in settings with other musicians many times, but I was astonished the first time I saw him play Solo, because the power was undiminished, possibly made even more profound...one Man and his instrument. Last Year in Cambridge (U.K) he completely Wowed everyone present.. had some of us in tears (including myself) Still a powerhouse even now. Bless You Peter. You're the Greatest. X .
Une de ses plus belles compositions et interprétations. Chaque fois que je l'entends le frisson des émotions s'empare de tout mon être et les larmes arrivent inévitablement. Et depuis tout ce temps je ne peux pas m'empêcher de redouter avec une détresse anticipée, le jour où cette chanson sera devenu d'actualité. Take care Peter.
I promise you, I won't leave a clue: no tell-tale remark, no print from my shoe. Still a steady trail to the water's edge - I will keep my pledge to the end; I intend to go free No more rushing around, no more traveling chess; I guess I'd better sit down, you know I do need the rest... Yes, it's time to resign with equanimity and placidity from the game. I can't explain; I can't relate... Have I done it all too late? Now is the time for the commission to report; till lately, I thought: I'd been planted. Trying hard to make it all come real, permission to feel is ungranted. But, now it's happening, I'd like to keep it private if I can; last words, last look, make a final stand. Now my number's come up on the Pools, guess I'll board Titanic for a cruise... Now is the time to make my status clear, too late, I fear, and lonely, as friends and enemies traverse the stage, all in a rage disown me. And all the pip-props shatter into dust about my ears; memory and conscience, hope and fear. As I crawl out further on the limb something tells me I am crawling in to unknown prophecies and lives - the rainbow's end is hemmed around with knives... As I stand on the boards and the stage lights grow dim, shall I go out of doors, or shall I maybe go in? Have I reached the point when I should take my cue and follow you and your signs? I can't remember my line at the prompter cat calls and the cards all fall in the strike All the pages are thin, all the corners are curled. Does the starshine fall in through my window on the world? or am I living our (the seeds of doubt) a chronicle of revenge? The willow bends as do my hands - do your understand? And will you still be my friend in the end? ......... When my mouth falls slack and I can't summon up another tune, shall I then look back and say I did it all too soon
I seen Peter play with VDGG, and in settings with other musicians many times, but I was astonished the first time I saw him play Solo, because the power was undiminished, possibly made even more profound...one Man and his instrument. Last Year in Cambridge (U.K) he completely Wowed everyone present.. had some of us in tears (including myself) Still a powerhouse even now. Bless You Peter. You're the Greatest. X .
The best singer I have ever heard. Jaw dropping.
There´s no other like this...simply magnificent!
Une de ses plus belles compositions et interprétations. Chaque fois que je l'entends le frisson des émotions s'empare de tout mon être et les larmes arrivent inévitablement. Et depuis tout ce temps je ne peux pas m'empêcher de redouter avec une détresse anticipée, le jour où cette chanson sera devenu d'actualité.
Take care Peter.
Hammill approaching his creative peak ! simply superb
This is brilliant. What kind of power, of intensity - never before seen anything like this. Thanks very very much for this important document!
So much intensity, incredible, outstanding or whatever you want...
Astonishing performance!
3.57 'The rainbow's end/is hemmed around with knives'.... magic.
So young so talented so good
One man and a piano.
Masterpiece !
so much emotion, incredible!!!
Wonderfull ! So many thanks
Absolute !
Wow! Thank you for sharing!
Monstrueux.
Awesome!
I promise you, I won't leave a clue:
no tell-tale remark, no print from my shoe.
Still a steady trail to the water's edge -
I will keep my pledge to the end;
I intend to go free
No more rushing around, no more traveling chess;
I guess I'd better sit down, you know I do need the rest...
Yes, it's time to resign with equanimity and placidity
from the game.
I can't explain;
I can't relate...
Have I done it all too late?
Now is the time for the commission to report;
till lately, I thought: I'd been planted.
Trying hard to make it all come real,
permission to feel is ungranted.
But, now it's happening, I'd like to keep it private if I can;
last words, last look, make a final stand.
Now my number's come up on the Pools,
guess I'll board Titanic for a cruise...
Now is the time to make my status clear,
too late, I fear, and lonely,
as friends and enemies traverse the stage,
all in a rage disown me.
And all the pip-props shatter into dust about my ears;
memory and conscience, hope and fear.
As I crawl out further on the limb
something tells me I am crawling in
to unknown prophecies and lives -
the rainbow's end is hemmed around with knives...
As I stand on the boards and the stage lights grow dim,
shall I go out of doors, or shall I maybe go in?
Have I reached the point when I should take my cue
and follow you and your signs?
I can't remember my line
at the prompter cat calls
and the cards all fall
in the strike
All the pages are thin, all the corners are curled.
Does the starshine fall in through my window on the world?
or am I living our (the seeds of doubt) a chronicle of revenge?
The willow bends
as do my hands -
do your understand?
And will you still be my friend in the end?
......... When my mouth falls slack
and I can't summon up another tune,
shall I then look back and say
I did it all
too soon
what can i say i never heard anthing more beatiful
Forsaken Gardens
Peter is god