Genesis - Fly on a Windshield/Broadway Melody of 1974 video free download

The sky is overcast and as Rael looks back a dark cloud is descending like a balloon into Times Square. It rests on the ground and shapes itself into a hard edged flat surface, which solidifies and extends itself all the way East and West along 47th Street and reaching up to the dark sky. As the wall takes up its tension it becomes a screen showing what had existed in three dimensions, on the other side just a moment before. The image flickers and then cracks like painted clay and the wall silently moves forward, absorbing everything in its path. The unsuspecting New Yorkers are apparently blind to what is going on.

There's something solid forming in the air,

And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square.

No-one seems to care,

They carry on as if nothing was there.

Rael starts to run away towards Columbus Circle. Each time he dares to take a look, the wall has moved another block. At the moment when he thinks he's maintaining his distance from the wall, the wind blows hard and cold slowing down his speed. The wind increases, dries the wet street and picks up the dust off the surface, throwing it into Rael's face. More and more dirt is blown up and it begins to settle on Rael's skin and clothes, making a solid layered coat that brings him gradually to a terrified stillness. A sitting duck.

The wind is blowing harder now,

Blowing dust into my eyes.

The dust settles on my skin,

Making a crust I cannot move in

And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.

Echoes of The Broadway Everglades

With their mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:

Lenny Bruce delcares a truce and plays his other hand

Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand.

Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ships sailing.

Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing.

Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul foood and the band plays "in The Mood"

The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand,

There's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond.

Caryl Chessman sniff the air, and leads the parade

He knows, in a scent, you can bottle what you made!

There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes

Smiling at the Majorette, smoking Winston cigarettes

And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home

with needles...Needles and pins