Genesis started life as a progressive rock band, in the manner of Yes and King Crimson, before a series of membership changes brought about a transformation in their sound, into one of the most successful pop/rock bands of the 1980s and 1990s. In addition, the group has provided a launching pad for the superstardom of members Peter Gabriel and Phil Collins, and star solo careers for members Tony Banks, Michael Rutherford, and Steve Hackett. Their roots go back to 1965 and a pair of rival groups, the Garden Wall and the Anon, formed by students at the Charterhouse School in Godalming, Surrey. They merged, with the result that 15-year-olds Peter Gabriel, Tony Banks, and Michael Rutherford joined with 14-year-old Anthony Phillips, calling themselves the New Anon and recording a six-song demo featuring songs primarily written by Rutherford and Phillips.________________________________________He panics, feels around for a stone and hurls it at the brightest point. The sound of breaking glass echoes around the cave. As his vision is restored he catches sight of two golden gloves about one foot in diameter hovering away down the tunnel. When they disappear a resounding crack sears across the roof, and it collapses all around him. Our hero is trapped once again."This is it" he thinks, failing to move any of the fallen rocks.All the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart,This is the one for me,Time to meet the chef,O boy! running man is out of death.Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath.'s back to ash, 'now, you've had your flash boy'The rocks, in time, compressyour blood to oil,your flesh to coal,enrich the soil,not everybody's goal.Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse,But I'm sure I hear a train.O boy! I don't even feel no pain -I guess I must be driving myself insane.Damn it all! does earth plug a hole in heaven,Or heaven plug a hole in earth - 'how wonderful to be so profound,when everything you are is dying underground.'There's not much spectacle for an underground creole as he walks through the gates of Sheol. "I would have preferred to have been jettisoned into a thousand pieces in space, or filled with helium and floated above a mausoleum. This is no way to pay my last subterranean homesick dues. Anyway I'm out of the hands of any pervert embalmer doing his interpretation of what I should look like, stuffing his cotton wool in my cheeks."I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow.I could have been exploding in spaceDifferent orbits for my bonesNot me, just quietly buried in stones,Keep the deadline open with my maker!See me stretch; for God's elastic acreThe doorbell rings and its"Good morning RaelSo sorry you had to wait.It won't be long, yeh!She's very rarely late."