A truly astounding performance by the band at a peak of inspired creativity. There were few more dramatic moments during a Genesis concert than when Peter Gabriel donned his Famed batwings and glared at the audience with luminous eyes as he became... the Watcher Of The Skies. Here is the best version they could manage in the studio at this time, and despite the limitations of early Seventies' technology, it still retains its power and excitement. The Mellotron sets the scene with minor chords filled with menace. The volume drops as Rutherford's bass builds up a staccato, insistent rhythm gradually joined by restless drums, ready for Gabriel's grand vocal entrance. He tells his tale of the Mysterious One, contemplating the fate of a departed human race, while all around him guitars howl mournfully and the band create a war chant of despair. There are overtones of Gustav Holst's 'Mars' from The Planets Suite, in the band's use of strident, single note rhythm, but the theme and the execution is all Genesis. A particularty inspired moment comes when drums and guitar answer Banks' solo voce chords in a chilling exchange before the almost unbearable momentum is resumed, finally resolved by a great roar from Collins' rolling tom-toms.
Lyrics
WATCHER OF THE SKIES
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
His is a 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, do they know
more than their childhood games?
Maybe the lizard's shed its tail,
This is the end of man's long 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 long union with Earth.
From life alone to life as one,
Think not your journey's 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.



It shows no or at best only the most minuscule traces of the style that would make them well-known later, and therefore frequently meets with a refusal and lack of affection. Justly so?

