Heathhaze

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.________________________________________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 runAs 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 worldAs revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereasThe 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 passWhen 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 lineInto 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 whereasThe 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.

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 runAs 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 worldAs revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereasThe 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 passWhen 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 lineInto 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 whereasThe 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