Mar 11

Get well soon Phil Collins

As a fan of a band I suck.

It wasn’t until I read the article about Peter Gabriel in The Mail On Sunday that I knew Phil Collins was having health problems and that they went so far back.

I have a Genesis Category, but with only one post.

And I haven’t even bought an album in ages.

This is especially bad as their music, both band and solo careers, has played such a major part in my life.

And, of course, if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t even be here, certainly not as the Moonlit Knight, not with this theme and most probably not even as a blogger.

I shall try to make amends.

Mar 04

I Can’t Dance

Good start to the day. Very early for me but I’m still on hospital time. Sure I’ll get back to my old layabout ways soon. Oh so nice to be able to go and switch on the TV while I play catch up with emails and Facebook. Had some toast and marmalade for breakfast so  could take my pills. No pain so it looks like I have a  whole packet of Paracetamol for future needs.

A nice slow saunter into Ilford to get a new library book and get a bit of shopping. So far so good. The only downside is I still feel a little woolly headed – I don’t think I’ll be doing anything too technical today.

And then about 4.00 pm my throat feels sore and I’ve got a bit of a headache. It took me some time to realise that it might be because I’d just spent the last five minutes singing and dancing to I Can’t Dance by Genesis.

I had been updating some facebook info and down by the music section I wondered why I had a button on an album cover.

Apr 28

In The Beginning

This is the song that started it all: Dancing With The Moonlit Knight from the album Selling England By The Pound by Genesis recorded in 1973.

I never did manage to see Genesis live while Pete Gabriel was in it so I missed all this theatricality.

Lyrics

“Can you tell me where my country lies?”
said the unifaun to his true love’s eyes.
“It lies with me!” cried the Queen of Maybe
– for her merchandise, he traded in his prize.”Paper late!” cried a voice in the crowd.
“Old man dies!” The note he left was signed ‘Old Father Thames’
– it seems that he’s drowned;
selling england by the pound.Citizens of Hope & Glory,
Time goes by – it’s “the time of your life”.
Easy now, sit you down.
Chewing through your Wimpey dreams,
they eat without a sound;
digesting england by the pound.

Young man says “you are what you eat” – eat well.
Old man says “you are what you wear” – wear well.
You know what you are, you don’t give a damn;
bursting your belt that is your homemade sham.

The Captain leads his dance right on through the night
– join the dance…
Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould.
Follow on! Till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight,
Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout.

There’s a fat old lady outside the saloon;
laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune.
The deck is uneven right from the start;
and all of their hands are playing apart.

The Captain leads his dance right on through the night
– join the dance…
Follow on! A Round Table-talking down we go.
You’re the show!
Off we go with – You play the hobbyhorse,
I’ll play the fool.
We’ll tease the bull
ringing round & loud, loud & round.

Follow on! With a twist of the world we go.
Follow on! Till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight,
Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout.