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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Genesis
Interprète
Tony Banks
Claviers
Mike Rutherford
Basse
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Batterie
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Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tony Banks
Paroles/Composition
Mike Rutherford
Arrangement
Phil Collins
Arrangement
Steve Hackett
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Genesis
Production
Tony Banks
Production
Mike Rutherford
Production
Phil Collins
Production
Steve Hackett
Production
Geoff Callingham
Équipe technique de prise de son
Nick Bradford
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nick Davis
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Blair
Ingénierie
David Hentschel
Production
Tom Mitchell
Ingénierie de mixage
Tom Tunney
Ingénierie de mixage
Tom Webster
Ingénierie de mixage
Tony Cousins
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Was it summer when the river ran dry
Or was it just another dam
When the evil of a snowflake in June
Could still be a source of relief
O how I love you, I once cried long ago
But I was the one who decided to go
To search beyond the final crest
Though I'd heard it said just birds could dwell so high
So I pretended to have wings for my arms
And took off in the air
I flew to places which the clouds never see
Too close to the deserts of sand
Where a thousand mirages, the shepherds of lies
Forced me to land and take a disguise
I would welcome a horse's kick to send me back
If I could find a horse not made of sand
If this desert's all there'll ever be
Then tell me what becomes of me
A fall of rain
That must have been another of your dream
A dream of mad man moon
Hey man
I'm the sand man
And boy have I news for you
They're gonna throw you in goal
And you know they can't fail
'Cos sand is thicker than blood
But a prison in sand
Is a haven in hell
For a gaol can give you a goal
Goal can find you a role
On a muddy pitch in Newcastle
Where it rains so much
You can't wait for a touch
Of sun and sand, sun and sand
Within the valley of shadowless death
They pray for thunderclouds and rain
But to the multitude who stand in the rain
Heaven is where the sun shines
The grass will be greener till the stems turn to brown
And thoughts will fly higher till the earth brings them down
Forever caught in desert lands one has to learn
To disbelieve the sea
If this desert's all there'll ever be
Then tell me what becomes of me.
A fall of rain
That must have been another of your dreams
A dream of mad man moon
Writer(s): Anthony George Banks
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