One for the Vine

Genesis, 1976

Fifty thousand men were sent to do the will of one.
His claim was phrased quite simply, though he never voiced it loud,
I am he, the chosen one.

In his name they could slaughter, for his name they could die.
Though many there were believed in him, still more were sure he lied,
But they'll fight the battle on.

Then one whose faith had died
Fled back up the mountainside,
But before the top was made,
A misplaced footfall made him stray
From the path prepared for him
Off of the mountain,
Onto a wilderness of ice.

This unexpected vision made him stand and shake with fear,
But nothing was his fright compared with those who saw him appear.
Terror filled their minds with awe.

Simple were the folk who lived
Upon this frozen wave.
So not surprising was their thought,
This is he, God's chosen one,
Who's come to save us from,
All our oppressors.
We shall be kings on this world.

Follow me!
I'll play the game you want me,
Until I find a way back home.
Follow me!
I give you strength inside you,
Courage to win your battles -

No, no, no, this can't go on,
This will be all that I fled from.
Let me rest for a while.

He walked into a valley, all alone.
There he talked with water, and then with the vine.

They leave me no choice.
I must lead them to glory or most likely to death.

They traveled cross the plateau of ice, up to its edge.
Then they crossed a mountain range and saw the final plain.
Still he urged the people on.

Then, on a distant slope,
He observed one without hope
Flee back up the mountainside.
He thought he recognized him by his walk,
And by the way he fell,
And by the way he
Stood up, and vanished into air.



Dernier album de Genesis avec Steve Hackett, Peter Gabriel étant déjà parti depuis 1975 … Après ça, Genesis ne sera plus pareil. En attendant, cette chanson (Tony Banks et Steve Hackett l’ont coécrite) représente pour moi un des sommets du Rock progressif. Les paroles sont complètement métaphoriques et la musique elle, est presque symphonique, avec à un moment trois claviers/synthés, du top!

1977 est quand j’ai entendu cette chanson pour la première fois, à une époque ou le style «Heroic-Fantasy » était à peu près tout ce que je lisais. D’ailleurs, même maintenant, entendre cette chanson est presque équivalent à lire un bouquin de Michael Moorcok ou de Norman Spinrad … Tous les éléments d’une fiction d’un antihéros porteur d’épée y sont représentés.