The one, the only, Peter Gabriel
The man is a poet, and in my mind, he could rival Bob Dylan.
Just take a look at Solsburry Hill:
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
Or better yet, Humdrum:
Out of woman come the man
Spend the rest of his life gettin back where he can
As a bow, so a dove
As below, so above
From the black hole
Come the tadpole
With the dark soul
In coal she burn, she burn
As I drove into the sun
Didn't dare look where I had begun
Lost among echoes of things not there
Watching the sound forming shapes in the air
From the white star
Came the bright scar
Our amobea
My little liebe schoen
Unforutaly, Gabriel's lyrics did take a turn for the worse with Us, or even before that with So.