Concerts à venir de Genesis
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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Genesis
Interprète
Mike Rutherford
Basse
Peter Gabriel
Chant
Phil Collins
Batterie
Steve Hackett
Guitare
Tony Banks
Claviers
Richard Evans
Guitare
Andy Richards
Programmation
Garry Hughes
Programmation
Jamie Muhoberec
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Phil Collins
Composition
Mike Rutherford
Composition
Peter Gabriel
Composition
Steve Hackett
Composition
Tony Banks
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Genesis
Production
Alex Black
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andre Coulam
Assistance d’ingénierie
Dan Vickers
Assistance d’ingénierie
Justin Fraser
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Richard Chappell
Ingénierie
Mark Robinson
Assistance d’ingénierie
Steve Fitzmaurice
Ingénierie
Nick Davis
Ingénierie de mixage
Tim Weidner
Ingénierie
Tim Willis
Ingénierie
Tony Cousins
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Augusta Quiney
Production
Tom Mitchell
Assistance d’ingénierie
Trevor Horn
Production
Tim Young
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Richard Lowe
Ingénierie de mixage
Geoff Callingham
Équipe technique de prise de son
Paroles
There is lambs wool
Under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm
Gives off some kind of heat
A salamander scurries
Into flame to be destroyed
Imaginary creatures
Are trapped in birth on celluloid
The fleas cling to the golden fleece
Hoping they'll find peace
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in my memory, there's no room to avoid
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 a forest fight for sunlight
That takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet
Believing they are 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"
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"
To get out
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
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
Got to get in to get out
Got to get in to get out
Writer(s): Phil Collins, Michael Rutherford, Steve Hackett, Peter Gabriel, Anthony Banks
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