UMA MÚSICA POR DIA NÃO SABES O BEM QUE TE FAZIA...

nada pode soar mais a sinfónico, a rock sinfónico, do que Musical Box dos Genesis. se os créditos da música, na altura em que integra Nursery Crime, são atribuídos a todos os membros da banda é bom que aqui se faça referência a Anthony Phillips, que fez parte da formação original da banda. a letra é de Peter Gabriel e baseia-se num conto original da época vitoriana. para além das guitarras electricas andam por lá mais três guitarras de 12 cordas nas mãos de Tony Banks, Steve Hackett e Mike Rutherford. junta-se a este set instrumental, claro está, a potente bateria de Phil Collins (que é aqui tocada com mallets e não com as tradicionais baqueteas) e o oboé e flauta tocados por Gabriel. 

realce para o final apoteótico desta verdadeira sinfonia rockiana. a haver tempo todo o álbum é merecedor de ser ouvido com muita atenção.

máscara usada por Peter Gabriel nos espectáculos ao vivo.

a capa de Nursery Crime

nota: para ver as fotografias com mais detalhe é clicar em cima das mesmas.

Musicando - As Músicas da Minha Vida (4)

Genesis - The Carpet Crawlers

Letra

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

There's only one direction in the faces that I see
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

Mild-mannered supermen are held in kryptonite
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright
Through the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack
And the eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack
And the tickler takes his stickleback
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out ... "