After the release of the 1970 album Trespass, Genesis embarks on a tour, promoted by the producer of Charisma, a record label that favored progressive groups like Van Der Graaf Generator, Stratton-Smith, which takes them around Europe. The theatricality of Peter is highlighted in the shows of that period, and the group matures quickly both musically and in the realm of performance that Stratton-Smith himself will define them as too good to be reached by other groups. Having built a certain fame, Genesis returns to the studio to record their new album, which will be released in November 1971. It is titled Nursery Cryme and will go down in history for its very original cover, designed by Paul Whitehead, who had already produced the Trespass cover.

The album consists of 7 tracks. Side A opens with The Musical Box, a very long song that incorporates various time changes and different harmonies from the hardest rock to baroque rock. The song is accompanied by a very peculiar and ambiguous text written by Peter Gabriel. It talks about a 9-year-old girl, Cynthia, and an 8-year-old boy, Henry, who play croquet peacefully. At a certain point, the girl raises her mallet and hits her friend's head, decapitating him. Returning home, upon opening Henry’s musical box, she releases the boy's spirit, which begins to age rapidly as the song produced by the object plays. At the end of the track, Henry expresses his carnal desire to possess the girl, which he had lost with death. The noise attracts the babysitter into the room where the two children are. Instinctively, the babysitter throws the music box at the old-child figure, destroying both. This 10-minute mini-opera is followed by the short and quiet song "For Absent Friends," sung entirely by Phil Collins, the band's new drummer after Mayhew. The lyrics are about two widows who go to church to pray for their husbands. But the highlight, after The Musical Box, comes with The Return of the Giant Hogweed. In this 8-minute track, the music is very evocative and strongly progressive, accompanying an equally peculiar text: it talks about a carnivorous plant, the Giant Hogweed, that rebels against man, causing the Apocalypse. Peter’s voice is very aggressive and in the middle of the song, a long instrumental part in crescendo develops, leading to a particularly powerful finale.

The first song on side B is called Seven Stones. It is negligible compared to the others, but features a good purely fantastical text, with a vague moral in itself, and a very classical flavor. The organ introduces this track and acts as the prevailing instrument. It is followed by two shorter and lighter pieces, Harold the Barrel and Harlequin. The atmosphere of the first track is somewhat joyful even if the end leads into a small, very heart-rending piano solo. The lyrics are about a restaurateur who commits suicide by jumping off a roof (the lyrics and the music are quite contradictory, even if they join in a rather sad and unsettling atmosphere in the end). Harlequin is the most overlooked song on the album: its music and singing are very simple. However, the track that closes the album is anything but negligible. Text and music are intertwined in The Fountain of Salmacis, a very powerful and evocative piece. In the text, Peter tells us the story of Hermaphroditus, son of the gods, who, seduced by the nymph Salmacis, unites with her forever in a single body by simply immersing himself in a river. From that moment on, everyone who bathes in that river will become hermaphrodites, that is, having both sexual organs. The music is very intricate and Peter's singing is very clear, and in certain parts of the track, he resorts to falsetto.

After Trespass, there could not have been a more beautiful and more interesting album than Nursery Cryme, a masterpiece of progressive rock.

Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos

01   The Musical Box (10:28)

Play me "Old King Cole"
that I may join with you,
all your hearts now seem so far from me
it hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
of a Kingdom beyond the skies.
But I'm lost within this half-world,
it hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song,
here it comes again.
Play me my song,
here it comes again.

Just a little bit,
just a little bit more time,
time left to live out my life.

Play me my song,
here it comes again.
Play me my song,
here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
and a merry old soul was he.
So he called for his pipe,
and he called for his bowl,
and he called for his fiddlers three.

And the clock, tick tock,
on the mantlepiece,
and I want,
and I feel,
and I know,
and I touch the wall.

She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back you hair, and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she's mine.
Brush back you hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here so long
and all this time has passed me by.
It doesn't seem to matter now.
You stand there with your fixed expression
casting doubt on all I have to say.
Why don't you touch me, touch me?
Why don't you touch me, touch me?
Touch me now, now now, now, now ...

The musical box:
While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor (8) was playing croquet with Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William (9), sweet smiling Cynthia
raised her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry's head. Two weeks later, in Henry's nursery, she discovered his treasured
musical box. Eagerly she opened it and as "Old King Cole" began to play, a small spirit-figure appeared. Henry had returned -
but not for long, for as he stood in the room his body began ageing rapidly, leaving a child's mind inside. A lifetime's desires
surged through him. Unfortunately the attempt to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfill his romantic desire led his nurse to the
nursery to investigate the noise. Instinctively she hurled the musical box at the bearded child, destroying both.

02   For Absent Friends (01:46)

Sunday at six when they close both the gates
A widowed pair, still sitting there
Wonder if they're late for church
And it's 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 through the gate
And wait to board the bus
That ambles down the street

03   The Return of the Giant Hogweed (08:12)

Turn and run
Nothing can stop them
Around every river and canal their
Power is growing
Stamp them out
We must destroy them
They infiltrate each city with their thick dark warning odour
They are invincible
They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering

Long ago in the Russian hills
A Victorian explorer found the regal Hogweed by a marsh
He captured it and brought it home

Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge
Royal beast did not forget
He came home to London
And made a present of the Hogweed to the Royal Gardens at Kew

Waste no time
They are approaching
Hurry now, we must protect ourselves and find some shelter
Strike by night
They are defenceless
They all need the sun to photosensitize their venom
Still they're invincible
Still they're immune to all our herbicidal battering

Fashionable country gentlemen had some cultivated wild gardens
In which they innocently planted the Giant Hogweed throughout the land

Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge
Royal beast did not forget
Soon they escaped, spreading their seed
Preparing for an onslaught
Threatening the human race

Mighty Hogweed is avenged
Human bodies soon will know anger
Kill them with your Hogweed hairs

04   Seven Stones (05:10)

I heard the old man tell his tale:

Tinker, alone within a storm
And losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree
Seven stones
Lay on the ground
Within the seventh house a friend was found
And the changes of no consequence
Will pick up the reins from nowhere

Sailors, in peril on the sea
Amongst the waves a rock looms nearer not yet seen
They see a gull
Flying by
The captain turns the boat and he asks not why
And the changes of no consequence
Will pick up the reins from nowhere
Nowhere...

Despair that tires the world
Brings the old man laughter
The laughter of the world only grieves him, believes him
The old man's guide is chance

I heard the old man tell his tale:

Farmer, who knows not when to sow
Consults the old man clutching money in his hand
With a shrug
The old man smiled
Took the money, left the farmer wild
And the changes of no consequence
Will pick up the reins from nowhere
Nowhere...

Despair that tires the world
Brings the old man laughter
The laughter of the world only grieves him, believes him
The old man's guide is chance...

05   Harold the Barrel (02:59)

News:
A well-known Bognor restaurant-owner disappeared
early this morning.
Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat,
suitably camouflaged,
they saw him catch a train.

Man-in-the-street:
"Father of three its disgusting"
"Such a horrible thing to do"

Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all for tea
"Can't go far", "He can't go far".
"Hasn't got a leg to stand on"
"He can't go far".

Man-on-the-spot:
I'm standing in a doorway on the main square
tension is mounting
There's a restless crowd of angry people

Man-on-the-council:
"More than we've ever seen.
- had to tighten up security"

Over to the scene at the town hall
The Lord Mayor's ready to speak

Lord Mayor:
"Man of suspicion, you can't last long, the British Public is on our side"

British Public:
"Can't last long", "You can't last long".
"Said you couldn't trust him, his brother was just the same"
"You can't last long".

Harold:
If I was many miles from here,
I'd be sailing in an open boat on the sea
Instead I'm on this window ledge,
With the whole world below
Up at the window
Look at the window...

Mr.Plod:
"We can help you"

Plod's Chorus:
"We can help you"

Mr. Plod:
"We're all your friends, if you come on down and talk to us son"

Harold:
You must be joking
Take a running jump

The crowd was getting stronger and our Harold getting weaker;
Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side
Fearing the very worst
They called his mother to the sight
Upon the ledge beside him
His mother made a last request.

67-yr-old Mrs Barrel:
"Come off the ledge if your father were alive he'd be very, very, very upset.
"Just can't jump, you just can't jump"
"Your shirt's all dirty, there's a man here from the B.B.C."
"You just can't jump"

Mr. Plod:
"We can help you"

Plod's Chorus:
"We can help you"

Mr. Plod:
"We're all your friends, if you come on down and talk to us Harry"

Harold:
You must be joking.
Take a running jump......

06   Harlequin (02:56)

Came the night a mist dissolved the trees
And in the broken light colours fly, fading by.
Pale and cold as figures fill the glade
Grey is the web they spin, on and on, and on and on.
Through the flame still summer lingers on
Though her pictures soon shatter.

All, always the same.
But there appears in the shades of dawning,
Though your eyes are dim,
All of the pieces in the sky.

There was once a harvest in this land.
Reap from the turquoise sky, harlequin, harlequin,
Dancing round, three children fill the glade,
Theirs was the laughter in the winding stream, and in between.
Close your door, the picture fades again
From the flames in the firelight.

All, always the same,
But there appears in the shades of dawning,
Though your eyes are dim,
All of the pieces in the sky.

All, all is not lost,
And light appears in the shades of dawning
When your eyes can see
Order the pieces, put them back, put them back.

07   The Fountain of Salmacis (07:55)

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.

Where are you, my father?
Give wisdom to your son.

And as his strength began to fail,
He saw a shimmering lake.
a shadow in the dark green depths
Disturbed the strange tranquility.

The waters are disturbed.
Some creature 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.

We shall be one.
We shall be joined as one.

Away from me, cold-blooded woman.
Your thirst is not mine.

Nothing will cause us to part.
Hear me, O Gods!

Unearthly calm ascended from the 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, yes I beg, that all who touch this spring
May share my fate."
We are the one.
We are the one.

Both had given everything they had.
A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last.
Forever still beneath the lake.

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By Pagliarulo

 "The Musical Box... starts with dreamlike, fairy-tale atmospheres that at times almost become a horror story."

 "The Fountain Of Salmacis... probably the peak of the album, triumphant and majestic, yet not pompous."


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 The Musical Box shifts from fairy-tale to mystery, to terror, transforming into pure rock with an overwhelming attack of guitars.

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