1972 Foxtrot - Genesis

 L.P U.K - Charisma Records - CAS 1058.

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 L.P Alemania - Charisma Records - 6369 922.

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Album Lyrics:

Watcher of the Skies.

(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford)

Watcher of the skies, watcher of all

His is world alone no world is his own,

He whom life can no longer surprise,

Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown.

Creatures shaped this planet's soil,

Now their reign has come to an end,

Has life again destroyed life,

Do they play elsewhere, or do the know

more than their childhood games ?

Maybe the lizard's shed it's tail,

This is the end of man's union with Earth.

Judge not this race by empty remains

Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead.

For now the lizard's shed it's tail

This is the end of man's union with Earth.

From life alone to life as one,

Think not your journey done

For though your ship be sturdy, no

Mercy has the sea,

Will you survive on the ocean of being,

Come ancient children hear what I say

This is my parting council for you on your way.

Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars

Where we have gone you know you never can go.

Watcher of the skies watcher of all

This is your fate alone, this fate is your own.

Timetable.

(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford)

A carved oak table, tells a tale

Of times when Kings and queens

sipped wine from goblets gold,

And the brave would lead their ladies from out the room

to arbours cool.

A time of valour, and legends born

A time when honour meant much more to a man than life

And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong

Through lance and sword.

Why, why can we never be sure till we die

Or have killed for an answer,

Why, why, do we suffer eachrace to believe

That no race has been grander

It seems because through time and space

Though names may change each face retains the mark it wore.

A dusty table. Musty smells

Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor

Only feeble light descends through a film of grey.

That scars the panes.

Gone the carving, and those who left their mark,

Gone the Kings and queens now only the rats hold sway

And the week must die according to nature's law

As old as they. 

Get'em out by Friday.

(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford)

John Pebble of Styx Enterprises

"Get'em out by Friday!  You don't get paid till the last one's well on his way.

Get'em out by Friday!  It's important that we keep to schedule, there must be no delay."

Mark Hall of Styx Enterprises (Otherwise known as 'The Winkler')

"I represent a firm of gentlemen who recently purchased this

house and all the others in the road, In the interest of humanity 

we've found a better place for you to go-go-go."

Mrs. Barrow (a tenant)

"Oh, no, this I can't believe,

Oh, Mary, they're asking us to leave."

Mr. Pebble

"Get'em out by Friday!  I've told you before, 's good many gone if we let them stay.

And if it isn't easy, you can squeeze a little grease and our troubles will soon run away."

Mrs. Barrow

"After all this time they ask us to leave,

And I told them we could pay double the rent.

I don't know why it seemed so funny,

Seeing as how they'd take more money.

The winkler called again, he came here this morning,

With four hundred pounds, and a photograph of the place he has found.

A block of flats with central heating.

I think we're going to find it hard."

Mr. Pebble

"Now we've got them!

I've always said that cash cash cash can do anything well.

Work can be rewarding

When a flash of intuition is a gift that helps you excel-sell-sell."

Mr. Hall

"Here we are in Harlow New Town, 

did you recognize your block across the square, over there,

Sadly since last time we've found we've had to raise the rent again, just a bit."

Mrs. Barrow

"Oh, no, this I can't believe,

Oh, Mary, and we agreed to leave."

(a passage of time)

18/9/2012 T.V. Flash on all Dial-A-Program services

This is an announcement from Genetic Control:

"It is my sad duty to inform you of a 4ft. restriction on humanoid height."

Extract from conversation of Joe Ordinary in Local Puborama

"I hear the directors of Genetic Control have been buying all the properties 

that have recently been sold, taking risks oh so bold.

It's said now that people will be shorter in height,

they can fit twice as many in the same building site. (They say it's alright),

Beginning with the tenants of the town of Harlow,

in the interest of humanity they've been told they must go-go-go-go."

Sir John de Pebble of United Blacksprings International

"I think I've fixed a new deal. A dozen properties - we'll buy at five and sell at thirty four,

Some are still inhabited, it's time to send the winkler to see them,

he'll have to work some more."

Memo from Satin Peter of Rock Developments Ltd.

With land in your hand you'll be happy on earth

Then invest in the Church for your heaven. 

Can-utility and the coast liners.

(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford)

The scattered pages of a book by the sea,

Held by the sand washed by the waves

A shadow forms cast by a cloud,

Skimming by as eyes of the past, but the rising tide

Absorbs them effortlessly claiming.

They told of one who tired of all singing, praise him, praise him.

We heed not flatters he cried,

By our command, waters retreat,

Show my power, halt at my feet,

But the cause was lost, now cold wings blow.

For from the north overcast ranks advance

Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn.

The waves surround the sinking throne

Singing crown him, crown him,

"Those who love our majesty show themselves!"

All bent their knees.

But he forced a smile even though

His hopes lay dashed where offering fell.

Nothing can my peace destroy as long as no one smiles.

More opened ears and opened eyes,

And soon they dared to laugh.

See a little man with his face turning red

Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead.

Supper's Ready.

(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford)

I) Lover's leap.

Walking across the sitting-room,  I turn the television off.

Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.

As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time,

I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right.

... And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue

Hey my baby don't you know our love in true.

Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies.

Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright,

Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.

The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.

... And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you

Hey my baby don't you know our love is true.

I've been so far from here, far from your warm arms.

It's good to feel you again, it's been a long time. Hasn't it? 

II) The guarantee of the sacred man.

I know a farmer who looks after the farm.

With water clear, he cares for all his harvest.

I know a fireman who looks after the fire.

You, can't you see he's fooled you all.

Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all.

Share his peace, Sign the lease.

He's a supersonic scientist,

He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.

Look, look into my mouth he cries,

And all the children lost down many paths,

I bet my life, you'll walk inside

Hand in hand, gland in gland

With a spoonfull of miracle,

He's the guaranteed sanctuary man.

We will rock you, rock you little snake,

We will keep you snug and warm.

III) Ikhnaton and Itzacon and the band of merry men.

Wearing feeling on our faces while our faces took a rest,

We walked across the fields, to see the children of the West

But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors

standing still below the ground, waiting for battle.

The fight's begun, they've been released.

Killing foe for peace...bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang bang...

And they're giving me a wonderful potion,

'Cos I cannot contain my emotion.

And even though, I'm feeling good, something tells me, 

I'd better activate my prayer capsule.

Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate.

The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from warlord.

IV) How I dare to be so beautiful.

Wandering in the chaos the battle has left,

We climb up the mountain of human flesh,

To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.

A young figure sits still by her pool, he's been stamped "Human Bacon" 

by some butchery tool. (He is you)

Social Security took care of this lad.

We watch in reverence,  as Narcissus is turned to a flower.

A flower?

V) Willow Farm.

If you go down to Willow Farm, to look for  butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies

Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies, 

like the focks on the rocks, and the musical box.

Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad, and everyone's happy to be here.

There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag,

he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.

The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, 

the brick was an egg, and the egg was a bird

Hadn't you heard?

Yes, we're happy as fish, and gorgeous as geese,

and wonderfully clean in the morning.

We've got everything, we're growing everything,

We've got some in. We've got some out

We've got some wild things floating about

Everyone, we're changing everyone, you name them all,

We've had them here, and the real stars are still to appear.

ALL CHANGE!

Feel your body melt;

Mum to mud to mad to dad

Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,

You're all full of ball.

Dad to dam to to dum to mum

Mem diddley washing, Mum diddley washing

You're all full of ball.

Let me hear your lies, we're living up to the eyes.

Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa

Momma I want you now.

And as you listen to my voice

To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.

You've been here all the time,

Like it or not, like what you got,

You're under the soil, yes deep in the soil.

So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang

and all of us fit in our places.

VI) Apocalypse in 9/8 (Co-Starring the Delicious Talents of Gabble Ratchet).

With the guards of  Magog, swarming around,

The Pied Piper takes his children underground.

The Dragon's coming out of the sea,

with the shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.

He brings down the fire from the skies,

You can tell he's doing well, by the look in human eyes.

You'd better not compromise. It won't be easy.

666 is no longer alone,

He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,

And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,

Gonna blow right down inside your soul.

Pythagoras with the looking-glass, reflecting the full moon,

In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.

And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,

Hey my baby, don't you know out love is true,

I've been so far from here, far from your loving arms,

Now I'm back again, and baby it's going to work out fine.

VII) As Sure as Eggs Is Eggs (Aching Men's Feet).

Can't you feel our souls ignite

Shedding ever changing colours, 

in the darkness of the fading night,

Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows

We have finally been freed to get back home.

There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a loud voice,

"This is the supper of the mighty one", Lord Of Lords, King of Kings,

Has returned to lead his children home, to take them to the new Jerusalem.


Promo:

 Charisma Records.

 Charisma Records.