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Do you like Phil Collins?

I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism.

Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.

(Disclaimer: Von does not actually think Invisible Touch is the band's masterpiece.  That honor must go to A Trick of the Tail.)

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i'll place in a second post that i respect his artistry, but i don't particularly like any of his work, much like how leonard cohen's work besides hallelujah was quite good and i respect his artistry despite not loving his work, although hallelujah is the worst song ever put to pen

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2 minutes ago, Integrity said:

i'll place in a second post that i respect his artistry, but i don't particularly like any of his work, much like how leonard cohen's work besides hallelujah was quite good and i respect his artistry despite not loving his work, although hallelujah is the worst song ever put to pen

Understandable.

(By the way, that was a copypasta of a quote from a movie that I posted.)

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*Please understand that the following is a shitpost and I mean you no harm by it*

Camilla is a good character

because her name backwards is 

allimaC, and that rhymes with Cadillac

and Cadillacs are a car and cars are

cool

6 hours ago, Integrity said:

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Occasionally when I feel extra sinful that fine morning, I grap a cup of cup Ramen, and in doing so place it agenst my stumak stewmach stammach belly and I try to consume it visa ve osmosis, this angered Cthulu and he called my mother, but Im an orphan so i have no parents to dissapoint. 

Spoiler

there?

Francisco. Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.

Bernardo. Long live the King!

Francisco. Bernardo?5

Bernardo. He.

Francisco. You come most carefully upon your hour.

Bernardo. 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.

Francisco. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, 
And I am sick at heart.10

Bernardo. Have you had quiet guard?

Francisco. Not a mouse stirring.

Bernardo. Well, good night. 
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, 
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.15

Enter Horatio and Marcellus. 

Francisco. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there?

Horatio. Friends to this ground.

Marcellus. And liegemen to the Dane.

Francisco. Give you good night.20

Marcellus. O, farewell, honest soldier. 
Who hath reliev'd you?

Francisco. Bernardo hath my place. 
Give you good night. Exit.

Marcellus. Holla, Bernardo!25

Bernardo. Say- 
What, is Horatio there ?

Horatio. A piece of him.

Bernardo. Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.

Marcellus. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?30

Bernardo. I have seen nothing.

Marcellus. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, 
And will not let belief take hold of him 
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us. 
Therefore I have entreated him along, 35
With us to watch the minutes of this night, 
That, if again this apparition come, 
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

Horatio. Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.

Bernardo. Sit down awhile, 40
And let us once again assail your ears, 
That are so fortified against our story, 
What we two nights have seen.

Horatio. Well, sit we down, 
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.45

Bernardo. Last night of all, 
When yond same star that's westward from the pole 
Had made his course t' illume that part of heaven 
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, 
The bell then beating one-50

Enter Ghost.

Marcellus. Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again!

Bernardo. In the same figure, like the King that's dead. 

Marcellus. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.

Bernardo. Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.55

Horatio. Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.

Bernardo. It would be spoke to.

Marcellus. Question it, Horatio.

Horatio. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night 
Together with that fair and warlike form 60
In which the majesty of buried Denmark 
Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak!

Marcellus. It is offended.

Bernardo. See, it stalks away!

Horatio. Stay! Speak, speak! I charge thee speak!65

Exit Ghost.

Marcellus. 'Tis gone and will not answer.

Bernardo. How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale. 
Is not this something more than fantasy? 
What think you on't?70

Horatio. Before my God, I might not this believe 
Without the sensible and true avouch 
Of mine own eyes. 

Marcellus. Is it not like the King?

Horatio. As thou art to thyself. 75
Such was the very armour he had on 
When he th' ambitious Norway combated. 
So frown'd he once when, in an angry parle, 
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. 
'Tis strange.80

Marcellus. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, 
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

Horatio. In what particular thought to work I know not; 
But, in the gross and scope of my opinion, 
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.85

Marcellus. Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows, 
Why this same strict and most observant watch 
So nightly toils the subject of the land, 
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon 
And foreign mart for implements of war; 90
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task 
Does not divide the Sunday from the week. 
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste 
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day? 
Who is't that can inform me?95

Horatio. That can I. 
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, 
Whose image even but now appear'd to us, 
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, 
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, 100
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet 
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him) 
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, 
Well ratified by law and heraldry, 
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands 105
Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror; 
Against the which a moiety competent 
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd 
To the inheritance of Fortinbras, 
Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same cov'nant 110
And carriage of the article design'd, 
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, 
Of unimproved mettle hot and full, 
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, 
Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes, 115
For food and diet, to some enterprise 
That hath a stomach in't; which is no other, 
As it doth well appear unto our state, 
But to recover of us, by strong hand 
And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands 120
So by his father lost; and this, I take it, 
Is the main motive of our preparations, 
The source of this our watch, and the chief head 
Of this post-haste and romage in the land.

Bernardo. I think it be no other but e'en so. 125
Well may it sort that this portentous figure 
Comes armed through our watch, so like the King 
That was and is the question of these wars.

Horatio. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. 
In the most high and palmy state of Rome, 130
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, 
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead 
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets; 
As stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood, 
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star 135
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands 
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. 
And even the like precurse of fierce events, 
As harbingers preceding still the fates 
And prologue to the omen coming on, 140
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated 
Unto our climature and countrymen. 
[Enter Ghost again.] 
But soft! behold! Lo, where it comes again! 
I'll cross it, though it blast me.- Stay illusion! 145
[Spreads his arms.] 
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, 
Speak to me. 
If there be any good thing to be done, 
That may to thee do ease, and, grace to me, 150
Speak to me. 
If thou art privy to thy country's fate, 
Which happily foreknowing may avoid, 
O, speak! 
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life 155
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth 
(For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death), 
[The cock crows.] 
Speak of it! Stay, and speak!- Stop it, Marcellus!

Marcellus. Shall I strike at it with my partisan?160

Horatio. Do, if it will not stand.

Bernardo. 'Tis here!

Horatio. 'Tis here!

Marcellus. 'Tis gone! 
[Exit Ghost.] 165
We do it wrong, being so majestical, 
To offer it the show of violence; 
For it is as the air, invulnerable, 
And our vain blows malicious mockery.

Bernardo. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.170

Horatio. And then it started, like a guilty thing 
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard 
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, 
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat 
Awake the god of day; and at his warning, 175
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, 
Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies 
To his confine; and of the truth herein 
This present object made probation.

Marcellus. It faded on the crowing of the cock. 180
Some say that ever, 'gainst that season comes 
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, 
The bird of dawning singeth all night long; 
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, 
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, 185
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, 
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

Horatio. So have I heard and do in part believe it. 
But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, 
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill. 190
Break we our watch up; and by my advice 
Let us impart what we have seen to-night 
Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, 
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. 
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, 195
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? 
Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know 
Where we shall find him most conveniently.

Exeunt.

*thus ends the shitpost, please do not ban me*

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