Radio 61, side A, track 3: “Big Time” by Peter Gabriel

Peter Gabriel - Big TimeOh, Peter Gabriel, I briefly mentioned this song a few years ago when I was lucky enough to record “Keep Your Hands To Yourself” by The Georgia Satellites.  And just like that song, I was super excited to have captured this one on my tapes.  Because just like the song by the Satellites, this was the other song I remember vividly being played at the roller rink in Pipestone every time I went there.

I don’t know that I went there a lot.  Probably 5 or 6 times when I was a kid?  But every time, EVERY time I was there, this song invariably would come blaring out of the loudspeaker at some point.  Besides this particular track, the only other time I ever remember hearing this song is when I was at the roller rink.  So no matter how old I am, whenever I hear this great song, I’ll immediately think about the rumble of the skaters’ skates, the occasional panicked clacking as someone struggled to remain upright in a frantic high-kicking dance, the red shag carpet both on the walls and in the seating area, that hockey arcade game with the dome where everyone would crowd around and watch a couple kids push some plastic hockey players around, the buttered popcorn and the crinkling of the cheap white paper bags it was served in, the anticipation of holding a girl’s hand and the sad envy of watching couples holding hands or maybe even holding each others’ butts as they circled the rink floor.

I’d never paid much attention to the lyrics, Peter Gabriel, and so now that I know what they are, I find it amusing and ironic that part of this song is about struggling to break away from a small town since this song represents some of my favorite memories of growing up in one.

“Big Time”

Hi there

I’m on my way, I’m making it

Huh!

I’ve got ta make it show
Yeah!

Hey!

So much larger than life

I’m gonna watch it growiiiiiing

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The place where I come from

Is a small town

They think so small

They use small words

But not me

I’m smarter than that

I worked it out

I’ve been stretching my mouth
Ta let those big words come right out
I’ve had enough
I’m getting out

To the city
The big, big city

I’ll be a big noise
With all the big boys (so much stuff I will own)

And I will pray to a big god

As I kneel in the big church
(Big time) I’m on my way, I’m making it
(Big time) oh, yes

(Big time) I’ve got to make it show, yeah
(Big time)

(Big time)
So much larger than life

(Big time) I’m gonna watch it growing
(Big time)

Ohhhhhhh

Ohhhhhhh

My parties have all the big names
And I greet them with the widest smile
Tell them how my life
Is one big adventure

And always they’re amazed

When I show them ’round the house to my bed
I had it made like a mountain range
With a snow-white pillow for my big, fat head

And my heaven will be a big heaven

And I will walk through the front door
(Big time) I’m on my way, I’m making it
(Big time)

(Big time) I’ve got to make it show, yeah
(Big time)

(Big time)
So much larger than life

(Big time) I’m gonna watch it growing
(Big time)

(Big time)

My car’s getting bigger

(Big time)

My house getting bigger

(Big time)

My eyes getting bigger

(Big time) and my mooooooouth
(Big time)

My belly’s getting bigger

(Big time)
And my bank account

(Big time)
Look at my circumstance

(Big time) and the bulge in my big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big

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