Peter Gabriel - "In Your Eyes"
Peter Gabriel - "In Your Eyes" - So
I think I might go as Lloyd Dobler for Halloween this year.
Peter Gabriel's career may have hit an apex with this album. "Sledgehammer" (and that video!), "Big Time," "Red Rain," and "In Your Eyes" are a murderer's row of classic 80's tracks, and they comprise nearly one-third of this album's runtime. Bonus point, "In Your Eyes" was never a single in Britain, nor did it crack the top-20 in America. This kills me, since, in retrospect, this record is such a gem, especially so in comparison to the other crap which did manage to chart.
Lyrically, this is one of the finest love songs to come of the 80's, perhaps of any decade. It's earnest but without sounding like cheese. It's the credible counterpart to "Take Me Home Tonight" by Eddie Money, which is totally Velveeta.
In your eyes
I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat I see in your eyes
How incredibly hot. Had I a vagina, or even a sexy pair of underoos, I'd most certainly be bombarding Mr. Gabriel in concert.
The music is fairly simple, four huge-sounding piano chords during the verse, ultimate lack of guitar at the forefront of any portion, synthesizer during the pre-chorus and chorus. Peter Gabriel, known for the implementation of African rhythms certainly employed them well on this track; the cymbal, congas and backing vocals during the chorus, as well as the African sub-lead vocal during the outro sound amazing.
The fact that Cameron Crowe, a man with impeccable music taste, chose this song for Say Anything... lends it that much more street cred. That the song's inspiration was Rosanna Arquette, well, I'm not quite sure what to think. I mean, can you imagine if Peter Gabriel would have had a muse that wasn't fugly? The resulting composition probably would have brought about the peace on earth that only Wyld Stallyns are capable of, that's how good it would have been had he chosen a different member of the female species.
I wonder if it was distracting for him, having images of her in his head while in the studio recording the vocals. And don't give me any of that "she was hot for an 80's chick" jibber jabber. People weren't uglier on the whole in the 80's, more often than not it was the fashion that made a pretty girl less than. In Rosanna Arquette's case, she's just icky, and barely tolerable as an actress. Guh.
Back to the song, it fucking melts my brain. It's amazingly good, I'll go as far as to say "timeless." This is the sound of a man bearing his soul to the woman he's in love/like/infatuation with.
...I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive...
...Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside...
Let's clasp our hands below our chins and partake in one big simultaneous "Awwww..."
Love,
Hoffie
I think I might go as Lloyd Dobler for Halloween this year.
Peter Gabriel's career may have hit an apex with this album. "Sledgehammer" (and that video!), "Big Time," "Red Rain," and "In Your Eyes" are a murderer's row of classic 80's tracks, and they comprise nearly one-third of this album's runtime. Bonus point, "In Your Eyes" was never a single in Britain, nor did it crack the top-20 in America. This kills me, since, in retrospect, this record is such a gem, especially so in comparison to the other crap which did manage to chart.
Lyrically, this is one of the finest love songs to come of the 80's, perhaps of any decade. It's earnest but without sounding like cheese. It's the credible counterpart to "Take Me Home Tonight" by Eddie Money, which is totally Velveeta.
In your eyes
I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat I see in your eyes
How incredibly hot. Had I a vagina, or even a sexy pair of underoos, I'd most certainly be bombarding Mr. Gabriel in concert.
The music is fairly simple, four huge-sounding piano chords during the verse, ultimate lack of guitar at the forefront of any portion, synthesizer during the pre-chorus and chorus. Peter Gabriel, known for the implementation of African rhythms certainly employed them well on this track; the cymbal, congas and backing vocals during the chorus, as well as the African sub-lead vocal during the outro sound amazing.
The fact that Cameron Crowe, a man with impeccable music taste, chose this song for Say Anything... lends it that much more street cred. That the song's inspiration was Rosanna Arquette, well, I'm not quite sure what to think. I mean, can you imagine if Peter Gabriel would have had a muse that wasn't fugly? The resulting composition probably would have brought about the peace on earth that only Wyld Stallyns are capable of, that's how good it would have been had he chosen a different member of the female species.
I wonder if it was distracting for him, having images of her in his head while in the studio recording the vocals. And don't give me any of that "she was hot for an 80's chick" jibber jabber. People weren't uglier on the whole in the 80's, more often than not it was the fashion that made a pretty girl less than. In Rosanna Arquette's case, she's just icky, and barely tolerable as an actress. Guh.
Back to the song, it fucking melts my brain. It's amazingly good, I'll go as far as to say "timeless." This is the sound of a man bearing his soul to the woman he's in love/like/infatuation with.
...I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive...
...Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside...
Let's clasp our hands below our chins and partake in one big simultaneous "Awwww..."
Love,
Hoffie
