STEVE
HACKETT > Genesis Revisited
1996
Reef
Recordings SRECD 704 CD / Snapper Classics SDPCD126 CD (2003
digipack)
01 Watcher
Of The Skies
02 Dance
On A Volcano
03 Valley of the Kings
04 Deja Vu
05 Firth
Of Fifth
06 For
Absent Friends
07 Your
Own Special Way
08 The
Fountain Of Salmacis
09 Waiting Room Only
10 I
Know What I Like
11 Los Endos
Steve Hackett : guitar, backing vocals, orchestration,
vocal, harmonica, percussion
Julian Colbeck : keyboards
Nick Magnus : keyboards, programming
Jerry Peal : keyboards, programming
Hugo Degenhardt : drums
Pino Palladino : bass
Roger King : keyboards, additional programming, orchestration,
programming
The Sanchez/Montoya Chorale (director : Anton De Bruck)
Aron Friedman : orchestration
Ben Fenner : orchestration, additional programming
Aron Friedman : keyboards, programming, orchestration
Richard Macphail : backing vocals
Jeanne Downs : backing vocals
Richard Wayler : backing vocals
Alphonso Johnson : bass
John Hackett : flute
Will Bates : sax
John Wetton : vocal
Bill Bruford : drums
Ian McDonald : sax, flute
Paul Carrack : vocal
Chester Thompson : drums, additional drums
Tony Levin : bass
Colin Blunstone : vocal
The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
Produced by Steve Hackett
Mixed by Roger King except "Valley Of The Kings" mixed by Billy Budis
& Gerry O'Riordan
Engineers : Roger King, Ben Fenner
Additional engineers : Jerry Peal & Gerry O'Riordan
Recorded and mixed in The Basement
Additional recording at Westside, Matrix, RG Jones & The Farm,
Nashville
The Royal Philarmonic Orchestra : arranged & conducted by Matt
Dunkley
Watcher
Of The Skies
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
His is world alone no world is his own,
He whom life can no longer surprise,
Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown.
Creatures shaped this planet's soil,
Now their reign has come to an end,
Has life again destroyed life,
Do they play elsewhere, or do the know
more than their childhood games ?
Maybe the lizard's shed it's tail,
This is the end of man's union with Earth.
Judge not this race by empty remains
Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead.
For now the lizard's shed it's tail
This is the end of man's union with Earth.
From life alone to life as one,
Think not your journey done
For though your ship be sturdy, no
Mercy has the sea,
Will you survive on the ocean of being,
Come ancient children hear what I say
This is my parting council for you on your way.
Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars
Where we have gone you know you never can go.
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
This is your fate alone, this fate is your own.
Dance On A Volcano
Holy Mother of God
You've got to go faster than
that to get to the top,
Dirty old mountain
All covered in smoke, she can
turn you to stone
So you better start doing it
right
Better start doing it right.
You're halfway up
and you're halfway down
And the pack on your back is
turning you around.
Throw it away, you won't need
it up there, and remember
You don't look back whatever
you do.
Better start doing it right.
On your left and on your right
Crosses are green and crosses
are blue
Your friends didn't make it
through.
Out of the night and out of
the dark
Into the fire and into the
fight
Well that's the way the heroes
go, Ho! Ho! Ho!
Through a crack in Mother
Earth,
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over the land.
And the lava's the lover who
licks your boots away, Hey! Hey! Hey!
If you don't want to boil as
well,
B-B-Better start the dance
D-D-Do you want to dance with
me.
The music's playing, the notes
are right
Put your left foot first and
move into the light.
The edge of this hill is the
edge of the world
And if you're going to cross
you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right.
Let the dance begin ~
Deja Vu
I'm on my way, I'm stronger
than before
The times I've been down
I've swept the ocean floor
Like a flower slow to open
I do believe I've been this
way before
It's every man's fantasy to
win victory
The world at his feet with
songs of glory
The man seems smaller the
child stands
Taller
Now I know that what you sow
you reap
And every day at last must die
in sleep
You want to know the story of
my life
The only sin is not loving
enough
I do believe I've been this
way before
You want to know the future,
the last act
In a play
A book that falls apart with a
missing last
Page
All the past's a frozen
wasteland
You can't take back
The fruits you once
enjoyed
But now I know I've been this
way before
Firth Of Fifth
The path is clear
Though no eyes can see
The course laid down long
before.
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their
pen,
Though many times they've seen
the way to leave.
He rides majestic
Past homes of men
Who care not or gaze with joy,
To see reflected there
The trees, the sky, the lily
fair
The scene of death is lying
just below.
The mountain cuts off the town
from view,
Like a cancer growth is
removed by skill.
Let it be revealed.
A waterfall, his madrigal.
An inland sea, his symphony.
Undinal songs
Urge the sailors on
Till lured by the sirens' cry.
Now the river dissolves in sea,
So Neptune has claimed another
soul.
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their
pen,
Until the Shepherd leads his
flock away.
The sands of time were eroded
by
The river of constant change.
For Absent Friends
Sunday at six when
they close both the gates
A windowed pair,
Still sitting there,
Wonder if they're late for
church
And its cold so they fasten
their coats
And cross the grass, they're
always last.
Passing by the padlocked
swings,
The roundabout still turning,
Ahead they see a small girl
On her way home with a pram.
Inside the archway
The priest greets them with a
courteous nod.
He's close to god.
Looking back at days of four
instead of two.
Years seem so few.
Heads bent in prayer
For friends not there.
Leaving twopence on the plate,
They hurry down the path and
out the gate
And wait to board the bus
That ambles down the street.
Your Own Special Way
Go far enough and you will reach,
A place where the sea runs underneath.
We'll see our shadow, high in the sky,
Dying away in the night.
I've sailed the world for seven years,
And left all I love behind in tears.
Won't you come here, wherever you are,
I've been alone long enough.
You, you have your own special way.
Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go. Oh no, no, no.
You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going. Don't ever
Don't ever stop.
Who's seen the wind, not you or I,
But when the ship moves, she's passing by,
Between you and me, I really don't think,
She knows where she's going at all.
You, you have your own special way.
Of carrying me twice round the world
Never closer to home than the day,
The day I started.
You, you have your own special way.
Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water,
Don't ever let go - no, no, no.
What mean the dreams night after night,
The man in the moon's a blinding light.
Won't you come out whoever you are,
You've followed me quite long enough.
You, you have your own special way
Of holding my hand, don't ever let go.
You, you have your own special way,
Of turning the world so it's facing
The way that I'm going. Don't ever,
Don't ever leave me.
The Fountain Of
Salmacis
From a dense forest of tall, dark, pinewood,
Mount Ida rises like an island.
Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child;
Hermaphroditus, son of gods, so afraid of their love.
As the dawn creeps up the sky
The hunter caught sight of a doe.
In desire for conquest,
He found himself, within a glade he'd not beheld before.
Hermaphroditus: Narrator:
"Where are you my father "Then he could go no farther
Give wisdom to your son" Now lost, the boy was guided
By the sun"
And as his strength began to fail
He saw a shimmering lake.
A shadow in the dark green depths
Distrubed the strange tranquility.
Narrator:
"The waters are disturbed
Some creature has been stirred"
The naiad queen Salmacis
has been stirred"
As he rushed to quench his thirst,
A fountain spring appeared before him
And as his heated breath brushed through the cool mist,
A liquid voice called "Son of gods, drink from my spring."
The water tasted strangely sweet.
Behind him the voice called again.
He turned and saw her, in a cloak of mist alone
And as he gazed, her eyes were filled with the darkness of the lake.
Narrator:
"We shall be one "She wanted them as one
We shall be joined as one" Yet he had no desire to be one"
Hermaphroditus:
"Away from me cold-blooded woman
Your thirst is not mine"
Salmacis: "Nothing will cause us to part
Hear me O gods"
Unearthly calm descended from ther sky
And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged
Forever to be joined as one.
The creature crawled into the lake
A fading voice was heard:
"And I beg, that all who touch this spring
May share my fate"
Narrator:
"We are the one "The two are now made one,
We are the one". Demi-god and nymph are now made one"
Both had given everything they had.
A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last,
Forever still beneath the lake.
I Know What I Like
It's one o'clock and time for lunch,
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,
I can always hear them talk.
There's always been Ethel:
"Jacob, wake up! You've got to tidy your room now."
And then Mister Lewis:
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own?"
Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds - cuckoo to you!
Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know;
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said:
"Listen son, you're wasting time; there's a future for you
In the fire escape trade. Come up to town!"
But I remembered a voice from the past;
"Gambling only pays when you're winning"
- I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure
Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know;
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,
I can always hear them talk,
Me, I'm just a lawnmower - you
can tell me by the way I walk.