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The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging

This song is by Genesis and appears on the double album The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway (1974) and on the box set Archive 1967-75 (1998).

When all this revolution is over, he sits down on a highly polished floor while his dizziness fades away. It is an empty modern hallway and the dreamdoll saleslady sits at the reception desk. Without prompting she goes into her rap: "This is the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, those you are about to see are all in for servicing, except for a small quantity of our new product, in the second gallery. It is all the stock required to cover the existing arrangements of the enterprise. Different batches are distributed to area operators, and there are plenty of opportunities for the large investor. They stretch from the costly care-conditioned to the most reasonable mal-nutritioned. We find here that everyone's looks become them. Except for the low market mal-nutritioned, each is provided with a guarantee for a successful birth and trouble free infancy. There is however only a small amount of variable choice potential - not too far from the mean differential. You see, the roof has predetermined the limits of action of any group of packages, but individuals may move off the path if their diversions are counter-balanced by others."

"It's the last
Great adventure left to mankind"
Screams a drooping lady
Offering her dreamdolls
At less than extortionate prices

And as the notes and coins
Are taken out
I'm taken in
To the factory floor

For the Grand Parade
Of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
The Grand Parade
Of Lifeless Packaging
I just need a fuse

Got people stocked
In every shade
Must be doing well with trade
Stamped, addressed
In odd fatality
That evens out their
Personality

With profit potential
Marked by a sign
I can recognise
Some of the production line
No bite at all
In labour bondage
Just wrinkled wrappers
Or human bandage

Grand Parade
Of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade
Of Lifeless Packaging
I just need a fuse

As he wanders along the line of packages, Rael notices a familiarity in some of their faces. He finally comes upon some of the members of his old gang and worries about his own safety. Running out through the factory floor, he catches sight of his brother John with a number 9 stamped on his forehead.

The hall runs like clockwork
Their hands mark out the time
Empty in their fullness
Like a frozen pantomime
Everyone's a sales representative
Wearing slogans in their shrine
Dishing out failsafe superlative
Brother John is No. 9.

It's the Grand Parade
Of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade
Of Lifeless Packaging
I just need a fuse

And the decor
On the ceiling
Has planned out their future day
I see no sign of free will
So I guess I have to pay
Pay my way

For the Grand Parade
The Grand Parade
The Grand Parade

It's the Grand Parade
Of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade
Of Lifeless Packaging
I just need a fuse

The Grand Parade
The Grand Parade
The Grand Parade
Grand Parade