Текст песни Genesis -  Fly On A Windshield   
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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.