GENESIS

CÉUS - ISSO É BÁRBARO!!! AS HISTÓRIAS e LETRAS SURREAIS do GENESIS nos transportam para Lugares nunca antes imaginados!!!

eu amo essa banda!!!

A Caixa de Música - The Musical Box

http://youtu.be/W35wtfcByIY

Enquanto Henry Hamilton Smythe Filho (aos 8 anos) jogava críquete com Cynthia Jane De Blaise William (aos 9 anos), a doce e sorridente Cynthia levantou sua marreta alto, e graciosamente arrancou a cabeça de Henry.

Duas semanas depois, no berçário de Henry, ela descobre sua estimada

caixa de música (de Henry). Ansiosamente ela a abre e enquanto "Old King Cole" começava a tocar, uma figura de um pequeno espírito aparece. 

Henry retornou!

Mas não por muito tempo, pois enquanto estava de pé em seu quarto, seu corpo envelhecia (de Henry), deixando internamente uma mente de criança. Um tempo de vida em desejos surgem nele. Infelizmente a tentativa de persuadir Cynthia Jane de consumir seus desejos românticos trouxe sua enfermeira ao berçário para investigar a razão do barulho. Instintivamente Nanny (enfermeira) zuniu com a caixa de música em direção a criança barbada, destruindo ambos.

The Musical Box - GENESIS

(Tony Banks, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, Steve Hackett, Mike Rutherford)

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'm 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.

Old King Cole was a merry ould soul,

and a merry old soul was he.

So he called for his pipe,

and he called for his bowl,

and he called the his fiddlers three.

And the clock, tick tock,

on the mantlepiece,

and I want,

and I feel,

and I know,

and I touch her warmth.

She's a lady, she's got time.

Brush back you hair, and let me get to know her face.

She's a lady, she's mine.

Brush back you hair, and let me get to know her flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long

and all this time that passed me by.

It doesn't 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 now, now now, now, now ...