Genesis : Carpet crawlers
They don't write 'em like that any more. They write them like [B]Phil bloody Collins[/B] instead.
This is one of only two Genesis tunes from the Gabriel era included on the compilation, a rewriting of history that is breathtaking in its Stalinist efficiency. It's like lawnmowers on the head never happened. But at least we have the incomparable treat of hearing those glorious 1974 lyrical flights of fancy once again.
"Mild men and supermen are held in kryptonite/And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing white/Through the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight". They don't write 'em like that any more. They write them like Phil bloody Collins instead.
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