Strange is your language and I have no decoder
Why don’t you make your intentions clear
With eyes to the sun and your mouth to the soda
Saying, “Tell me the truth, you got nothing to fear.”
Stop staring at me like a bird of prey
I’m all mixed up, I got nothing to say
I don’t remember I don’t remember
I don’t remember, I don’t recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I don’t remember, I don’t recall
I got no memory of anything Anything at all
— Peter Gabriel, “I Don’t Remember,” from Peter Gabriel (III), 1980
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