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correctiveshoes621This man - *points to icon* - gets kharma-points for this song alone..Each time I've heard it - countless times, over the years - I get something new from it. You gotta understand...it's damned near a pseudo-religious experience, for me.
I'll never forget it coming on the radio - out of the blue - that night of the Harmonic Convergence - driving the near-silent streets towards God only knew what would occur - both scared and excited - heading towards Philadelphia. It just seemed so right...and gave me peace and courage to face whatever would happen. End of the World or no.
Note: The NON-italic paragraphs are part of the story of Rael, himself, and not sung.
*~*~*
He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he was previously stuck in. This time he discovers a long carpeted corridor.
'There is lambswool under my naked feet..
The wool is soft and warm,
- gives off some kind of heat..
A salamander scurries
into flame to be destroyed;
Imaginary creatures
are trapped in birth
on celluloid..
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace..
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory;
There's no room to avoid..
The walls are painted in red ochre and are marked by strange insignia, some looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds and boats. Further down the corridor, he can see some people; all kneeling. With broken sighs and murmurs they struggle, in their slow motion to move towards a wooden door at the end. Having seen only the inanimate bodies in the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, Rael rushes to talk to them.
The crawlers cover the floor
in the red ochre corridor;
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before..
They're moving in time
to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking,
closing in on the poor..
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
"What's going on?" he cries to a muttering monk, who conceals a yawn and replies "It's a long time yet before the dawn." A sphinx-like crawler calls his name saying "Don't ask him, the monk is drunk. Each one of us is trying to reach the top of the stairs, a way out will await us there." Not asking how he can move freely, our hero goes boldly through the door. Behind a table loaded with food, is a spiral staircase going up into the ceiling.
There's only one direction
in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling,
where the chamber's said to be..
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree;
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free...
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle
with their bodies glowing bright..
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
It's the bottom of a staircase
that spirals out of sight...
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers -
they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed,
which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback..
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out..."
'The Carpet Crawlers', by Genesis, from, 'The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway'
I'll never forget it coming on the radio - out of the blue - that night of the Harmonic Convergence - driving the near-silent streets towards God only knew what would occur - both scared and excited - heading towards Philadelphia. It just seemed so right...and gave me peace and courage to face whatever would happen. End of the World or no.
Note: The NON-italic paragraphs are part of the story of Rael, himself, and not sung.
*~*~*
He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he was previously stuck in. This time he discovers a long carpeted corridor.
'There is lambswool under my naked feet..
The wool is soft and warm,
- gives off some kind of heat..
A salamander scurries
into flame to be destroyed;
Imaginary creatures
are trapped in birth
on celluloid..
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace..
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory;
There's no room to avoid..
The walls are painted in red ochre and are marked by strange insignia, some looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds and boats. Further down the corridor, he can see some people; all kneeling. With broken sighs and murmurs they struggle, in their slow motion to move towards a wooden door at the end. Having seen only the inanimate bodies in the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, Rael rushes to talk to them.
The crawlers cover the floor
in the red ochre corridor;
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before..
They're moving in time
to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking,
closing in on the poor..
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
"What's going on?" he cries to a muttering monk, who conceals a yawn and replies "It's a long time yet before the dawn." A sphinx-like crawler calls his name saying "Don't ask him, the monk is drunk. Each one of us is trying to reach the top of the stairs, a way out will await us there." Not asking how he can move freely, our hero goes boldly through the door. Behind a table loaded with food, is a spiral staircase going up into the ceiling.
There's only one direction
in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling,
where the chamber's said to be..
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree;
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free...
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle
with their bodies glowing bright..
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
It's the bottom of a staircase
that spirals out of sight...
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers -
they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed,
which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback..
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out..."
'The Carpet Crawlers', by Genesis, from, 'The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway'
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Date: 2007-09-11 04:05 pm (UTC)Yaaaaiii! Thanks for sharing! :)
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Date: 2007-09-11 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-11 11:49 pm (UTC)I just love that show. ;)
You should check it out again, its a classic.
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Date: 2007-09-11 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-11 11:03 pm (UTC)