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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Genesis
Genesis
Performer
Tony Banks
Tony Banks
Keyboards
Mike Rutherford
Mike Rutherford
Bass Guitar
Phil Collins
Phil Collins
Drums
David Hentschel
David Hentschel
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Banks
Tony Banks
Songwriter
Mike Rutherford
Mike Rutherford
Arranger
Phil Collins
Phil Collins
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Genesis
Genesis
Producer
Tony Banks
Tony Banks
Producer
Mike Rutherford
Mike Rutherford
Producer
Phil Collins
Phil Collins
Producer
Tom Mitchell
Tom Mitchell
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Hentschel
David Hentschel
Producer
Tony Cousins
Tony Cousins
Mastering Engineer
Nick Davis
Nick Davis
Mixing Engineer
Dave Bascombe
Dave Bascombe
Assistant Producer
Chris Blair
Chris Blair
Engineer
Geoff Callingham
Geoff Callingham
Engineer

Lyrics

No cloud, a sleepy calm Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze And trees with rustling leaves Only endless days without a care Nothing must be done Silent as a day can be Far-off sounds of others on their chosen run As they do all those things they feel give life some meaning Even if they're dull It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas The trees will lose their withered leaves I just can't seem to let them loose. And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place Now the light is fading fast Chances slip away, a time will come to pass When there'll be none Then addicted to a perfumed poison Betrayed by its aftertaste Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line Into a dried up river bed But don't try to tell him 'cos he won't believe you Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas The trees will lose their withered leaves I just can't seem to let them loose And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
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