Steam

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I love "Steam" by Peter Gabriel. The lyrics are dryly satirical and overtly sexual--two persistent characteristics of Gabriel's work. It's seemingly sung to a woman who suddenly imagines herself the world's leading authority on everything:

You know your culture from your trash

You know your plastic from your cash

When I lose sight of the track

You know the way back

But I know you

You know your stripper from your paint

You know the throttle from the brake

You know your straight line from your curve

You've got a lot of nerve

But I know you

Which seems to say, "Yes, I know you know everything now. But there's one thing I know: you.

And then:

You're turning up the heat 

When I start to dream aloud

See you move your hands and feet 

Won't you step into this cloud of steam

This steam

(Give me steam, Lady)

Which seems to suggest, "Now that we've established that you think you know everything (and that I'm onto you) can we please get down to business?"

Cheers,

WKF

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