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What the fuck This is one of the most unique albums I've ever listened to
Ya, it definitely took a few listens to really sink in for me. I knew there was something about it that I liked the first time through, but it really started to reveal itself with multiple listens.
If you have never heard real Genesis, and don't have time to listen to "Suppers Ready", then "Can Utility and the Coast Liners" will give you a great taste of what Gabriel-era Genesis was capable of. This song just punches me in the gut every time. good god.
If you have never heard real Genesis, and don't have time to listen to "Suppers Ready", then "Can Utility and the Coast Liners" will give you a great taste of what Gabriel-era Genesis was capable of. This song just punches me in the gut every time. good god.
but everyone really needs to listen to "Suppers Ready" too. it's only 23 minutes.
I just find Genesis to be so criminally underrated, at least in the US.
Just looked up the lyrics, didn't realize they had such an environmental/social bend to them. Like it even more now. Pretty fun to howl along with it, especially at the 3:40 mark.
The sky is turning brown and the trees are shriveling up Pollutants are rising, colliding, and raining down We thought the end would be aflame, with deadly shrieks of pain We thought the fury would pour straight from our very souls And the bastards' heads would stare down from the tops of poles But we started at the end We started at the end...
Unwittingly, we mimic society With our sub-sects, genres, and in-fighting Not realizing that our constant agitation Has roots in our need for transient migration To exist like this is a constant struggle And sanity is a state of mind reserved for the passive
We stopped watching the news 'cause we couldn't take it anymore We've been a plague upon this earth since a long long time ago We try and try to stop the tide, but we know we're all doomed We're drowning in our own confusion, reaching for the moon We squirm and twitch as our nature persists Telling us we can't live this way, we must resist We're dreamers, wide awake amid comfortably sleeping sheep Lazy grazers, passively placid, constantly telling us "Rest your head, you worry too much"...
I woke up in a cold sweat from a dream that has come true The end times are upon us and there's nothing we can do We're pollinating hatred at a rate the bees can't match And the Devil's mouth is open and we're going down the hatch
Apocalyptic nightmares seem so quaint compared to this A creeping, slow decay of life which we all seemed to miss And what we miss is always all that nature seems to catch We've ripped the earth wide open and we're going down the hatch
The padlock on the gates of hell hangs from a rusty slot And keeping that thing locked seems like the only chance we've got But we invented hell and that's why we're the key that turns the latch And the Devil's mouth's wide open and we're going down the hatch
Why do we participate so willingly?
A dependent stain In our isolation We remain reluctant, fawning parasites Rising, colliding, and raining down