GENESIS


Nursery Cryme

(1971)



1. The Musical Box 10'29
(Tony Banks / Phil Collins / Peter Gabriel / Steve Hackett / Mike Rutherford)
2. For Absent Friends 1'48
(Tony Banks / Phil Collins / Peter Gabriel / Steve Hackett / Mike Rutherford)
3. The Return Of The Giant Hogweed 8'10
(Tony Banks / Phil Collins / Peter Gabriel / Steve Hackett / Mike Rutherford)
4. Seven Stones 5'11
(Tony Banks / Phil Collins / Peter Gabriel / Steve Hackett / Mike Rutherford)
5. Harold The Barrel 3'01
(Tony Banks / Phil Collins / Peter Gabriel / Steve Hackett / Mike Rutherford)
6. Harlequin 2'56
(Tony Banks / Phil Collins / Peter Gabriel / Steve Hackett / Mike Rutherford)
7. The Fountain Of Salmacis 7'54
(Tony Banks / Phil Collins / Peter Gabriel / Steve Hackett / Mike Rutherford)

Total Time: 39:29


  • Phil Collins - Percussion, Drums, Vocals, Voices
  • Peter Gabriel - Flute, Percussion, Bass Drums, Tambourine, Lead Vocal, Voices
  • Steve Hackett - Bass, Guitar, Electric Guitar, 12-String Guitar
  • Tony Banks - Organ, Piano, , Electric Piano, 12-String Guitar, Mellotron, Vocals, Voices
  • Mike Rutherford - Bass, Guitar, Voices, 12-String Guitar, Bass Pedals

    GENESIS - Arranger
    John Anthony - Producer
    Paul Whitehead - Sleeve Design
    David Hentschel - Engineer
    Mike Stone - Tape Jockey

    All Titles Composed, Arranged and Performed by GENESIS

    All Selections Published by R&M MUSIC (ASCAP)

    (p) 1972 by BUDDAH RECORDS Inc.

    Excludively Distributed by BUDDAH RECORDS Inc.

    1971 THE FAMOUS CHARISMA LABEL





    1. The Musical Box

      While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor (8) was playing croquet
      with Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William (9), sweet-smiling Cynthia
      raised her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry's head.
      Two weeks later, in Henry's nursery, she discovered his treasured
      musical box. Eagerly she opened it and as "Old King Cole"
      began to play, a small spirit- figure appeared. Henry had returned -
      but not for long, for as he stood in the room his
      body began ageing rapidly, leaving a child's mind inside. A lifetime's desires
      surged through him. Unfortunately the attempt
      to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfill his romantic desire led his nurse to the nursery
      to investigate the noise. Instinctively Nanny hurled
      the musical box at the bearded child, destroying both.

      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.

      Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
      And a merry old soul was he.
      So he called for his pipe,
      And he called for his bowl,
      And he called for his fiddlers three.

      But 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 your hair, and let me get to know your face.
      She's a lady, she is mine.
      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 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 ...

    2. For Absent Friends

      Sunday at six when they close both the gates
      a widowed pair,
      still sitting there,
      Wonder if they're late for church
      and it's 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 (four instead of two).
      Heads bent in prayer
      for friends not there.

      Leaving twopence on the plate,
      they hurry down the path and through the gate
      and wait to board the bus
      that ambles down the street.

    3. 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.

      They are invincible,
      They seem 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

      Giant Hogweed lives

      - ADVANCE -

    4. 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, and 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.
      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.
      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.

    5. Harold 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
      "Can't go far", "He can't go far".
      "Hasn't 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've 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:
      "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.
    67-yr-old Mrs Barrel:
      "Come off the ledge if your father were alive he'd be very,
      very, very upset.
      "Just can't jump, you just can't jump"
      "Your shirt's all dirty, there's a man here from
      the B.B.C."
      "You 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 Harry"
    Harold:
      You must be joking.
      Take a running jump ......

    6. 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
      Though 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.
      Close your door, the picture fades again
      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
      When your eyes can see
      Order the pieces, put them back, put them back.

    7. The Fountain Of Salmacis

    Hermaphrodite:

    a flower containing both male and female organs;
    a person or animal of both sexes.
      The child Hermaphroditus was the son of Hermes and Aphrodite,
      the result of a secret love affair. For this reason he was
      entrusted to the nymphs of the isolated Mount Ida,
      who allowed him to grow up as a wild creature of the woods. After his
      encounter with the water-nymph Salmacis, he laid a
      curse upon the water. According to fable, all persons who bathed in the
      water became hermaphrodites.

      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
      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
    We shall be joined as one"

    Narrator:

    "She wanted them 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 the 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, yes I beg that all who touch this spring
    May share my fate"


    Salmacis:

    "We are the one
    We are the one"

      Narrator:

      "The two are now made 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.