He's getting out the marrow in your backbone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking-glass, reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
---from Genesis, Supper's Ready (1972)---
One of the best Prog tunes of all time.
It’s my third favorite Prog song, behind King Crimson’s “Starless” and “Epitaph”.
I consider “Epitaph” to be America’s new National Anthem.