 GENESIS
- NURSERY CRYME
(1971)
Tony Banks - Órgano, melotrón,
piano, piano eléctrico, guitarra de 12 cuerdas, voces
Michael Rutherford - Bajo, bajo
de pedales, guitarra de 12 cuerdas, voces
Peter Gabriel - Voz principal,
flauta, batería de bajo, pandereta
Steve Hackett - Guitarra
eléctrica y de 12 cuerdas
Phil Collins - Batería, voces,
percusión
Lista de Temas:
Musical Box
For Absent Friends
The Return of the Giant Hogweed
Seven Stones
Harrold The Barrel
Harlequin
Fountain of Salmacis
Musical Box
Play me
Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.
And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair,
and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair,
and let me get to know your flesh.
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has past me by
It does'nt seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now.
For Absent Friends
Sunday at six when they close both the gates a windowed pair,
still sitting there, wonder if they're late for church
and its cold so they fasten their coats
and cross the grass, they're always last.
Passing by the padlocked swings, the roundabout still
turning,
ahead they see a small girl on her way home with a pram.
Inside the archway the priest greets them with a courteous
nod.
He's close to god. Looking back at days of four instead of
two.
Years seem so few. Heads bent in prayer for friends not
there.
Leaving twopence on the plate, they hurry down the path and
out the gate
and wait to board the bus that ambles down the street.
The Return of the Giant Hogweed
Turn and run, nothing can stop them,
Around every river and canal their power is growing.
Stamp them out, we must destroy them.
They infiltrate each city with their thick dark warning
odour.
Still they're invincible, still they're immune to all our
herbicidal battering.
Long ago in the
Russian hills, a Victorian explorer found the regal
Hogweed by a marsh.
He captured it and brought it home. Botanical creature
stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget. He came home to London,
And made a present of the Hogweed to the Royal Gardens at
Kew.
Waste no time, they are approaching.
Hurry now, we must protect ourselves and find some shelter
Strike by night They are defenceless.
They all need the sun to photosensitize their venom.
Still they're invincible, still they're immune to all our
herbicidal battering.
Fashionable country gentlemen had some cultivated wild
gardens,
In which they innocently planted the Giant Hogweed
throughout the land.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget.
Soon they escaped, spreading their seed, preparing for an
onslaught,
threatening the human race.
THE DANCE OF THE GIANT HOGWEED
Mighty Hogweed is avenged.
Human bodies soon will know our anger.
Kill them with your Hogweed hairs
HERACLEUM MANTEGAZZIANI
Seven Stones
I heard the old man tell his tale:
Tinker, alone within a storm, and losing hope he clears the
leaves beneath a tree,
Seven stones lay on the ground.
Within the seventh house a friend was found.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins
from nowhere.
Sailors, in peril on the sea, amongst the waves a rock looms
nearer, not yet seen,
They see a gull Flying by. The Captain turns the boat and he
asks not why.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins
from nowhere.
Despair that tires the world, brings the old man laughter,
The laughter of the world only grieves him, believe him,
The old man's guide is chance.
I heard the old man tell his tale:
Farmer, who knows not when to sow, consults the old man
clutching money in his hand,
And with a shrug, the old man smiled, took the money, left
the farmer wild.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins
from nowhere.
Despair that tires the world, brings the old man laughter,
The laughter of the world only grieves him, believe him,
The old man's guide is chance.
Harrold The Barrel
News: A well-known Bognor restaurant-owner disappeared early
this morning.
Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat, suitably camouflaged,
they saw him catch a train.
Man-in-the-street:
"Father of three its disgusting"
"Such a horrible thing to do"
Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all
for tea
"He can't go far", "He can't go far".
"Has'nt got a leg to stand on". "He can't go far".
Man-on-the-spot:
I'm standing in a doorway on the main square tension is
mounting
There's a restless crowd of angry people
Man-on-the-council: "More than we're ever seen - had to
tighten up security"
Over to the scene at the town hall
The Lord Mayor's ready to speak
Lord Mayor:
"Man of suspicion, you can't last long,
the British Public is on our side"
British Public:
"You can't last long", "You can't last long".
"Said you couldn't trust him, his brother was just the same"
"You can't last long".
Harold: If I was many miles from here, I'd be sailing in an
open boat on the sea
Instead I'm on this window ledge, with the whole world below
Up at the window, look at the window
Mr. Plod: "We can help you"
Plod's Chorus: "We can help you"
Mr. Plod: "We're all your friends if you come on down and
talk to us son"
Harold: You must be joking, take a running jump
The crowd was getting stronger and our Harold getting
weaker;
Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side fearing the very
worst
They called his mother to the sight upon the ledge beside
him
His mother made a last request.
67yr-old-Mrs Barrel:
"Come off the ledge if your father were alive he'd be very,
very, very upset".
"Just can't jump, just can't jump"
"Your shirts all dirty and there's a man here from the B.B.C."
"Just can't jump"
Mr. Plod: "We can help you"
Plod's Chorus: "We can help you"
Mr. Plod: "We're all your friends if you come on down and
talk to us son"
Harold: You must be joking, take a running jump.
Harlequin
Came the night a mist dissolved the trees
And in the broken light colours fly, fading by.
Pale and cold as figures fill the glade
Grey is the web they spin, on and on, and on and on.
Through the flame still summer lingers on
Through her pictures soon shatter.
All, always the same,
But there appears in the shades of dawning.
Though your eyes are dim,
All of the pieces in the sky.
There was once a harvest in this land.
Reap from the turquoise sky, harlequin, harlequin,
Dancing round three children fill the glade,
Theirs was the laughter in the winding stream, and in
between.
From the flames in the firelight.
All, always the same,
But there appears in the shades of dawning.
Though your eyes are dim,
All of the pieces in the sky.
All, all is not lost,
And light appears in the shades of dawning
Whey your eyes can see
Order the pieces, put them back, put them back.
Fountain of Salmacis
From a dense forest of tall, dark, pinewood,
Mount Ida rises like an island.
Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child;
Hermaphroditus, son of gods, so afraid of their love.
As the dawn creeps up the sky, the hunter caught sight of a
doe.
In desire for conquest, he found himself, within a glade
he'd not beheld before.
Hermaphroditus: "Where
are you my father. Give wisdom to your son"
Narrator: "Then he could
go no farther. Now lost, the boy was guided by the sun"
And as his strength began to fail. He saw a shimmering lake.
A shadow in the dark green depths. Disturbed the strange
tranquility.
Salmacis: "The waters
are disturbed, some creature has been stirred
Narrator: The waters are
disturbed, the naiad queen Salmacis has been stirred"
As he rushed to quench his thirst,
A fountain spring appeared before him
And as his heated breath brushed through the cool mist,
A liquid voice called "Son of gods, drink from my spring".
The water tasted strangely sweet.
Behind him the voice called again.
He turned and saw her, in a cloak of mist alone
And as he gazed, her eyes were filled
with the darkness of the lake.
Salmacis: "We shall be
one "
Narrator: She wanted
them as one. We shall be joined as one"
Yet he had no desire to be one"
Hermaphroditus: "Away
from me cold-blooded woman. Your thirst is not mine"
Salmacis: "Nothing will
cause us to part. Hear me O gods"
Unearthly calm descended from their sky
And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged
Forever to be joined as one.
The creature crawled into the lake
A fading voice was heard:
"And I beg, that all who touch this spring. May share my
fate"
Salmacis: "We are the
one"
Narrator: "The two are
now made one, We are the one.
Demi-god and nymph are now made one"
Both had given everything they had.
A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last,
Forever still beneath the lake.
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