Текст песни Genesis - In the Cage

The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway [CD 1]
Жанр: Progressive Rock / Art Rock
Исполнитель: Genesis
Альбом: The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway [CD 1]
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I got sunshine in my stomach Like I just rocked my baby to sleep. I got sunshine in my stomach But I can't keep me from creeping sleep, Sleep, deep in the deep. Rockface moves to press my skin White liquid turn sour within Turn fast - turn sour Turn sweat - turn sour. Must tell myself that I'm not here. I'm drowning in a liquid fear. Bottled in a strong compression, My distortion shows obsession In the cave. Get me out of this cave! <-------- If I keep my self-control, I'll be safe in my soul. And the childhood belief Brings a moment's relief, But my cynic soon returns And the lifeboat burns. My spirit just never learns. Stalactites, stalagmites Shut me in, lock me tight. Lips are dry, throat is dry. Feel like burning, stomach churning, I'm dressed up in a white costume Padding out leftover room. Body stretching, feel the wretching In the cage Get me out of the cage! In the glare of a light, I see a strange kind of sight; Of cages joined to form a star Each person can't go very far; All tied to their things They're netted by their strings, Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings. Outside the cage I see my Brother John, He turns his head so slowly round. I cry out Help! before he can be gone, And he looks at me without a sound. And I shout out 'John please help me!' But he does not even want to try to speak. I'm helpless in my violent rage And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek, And I watch him turn away and leave the cage. My little runaway. (Raindrops keep falling on my head, they keep falling on my...) In a trap, feel a strap Holding still. Pinned for kill. Chances narrow that I'll make it, In the cushioned straight-jacket. Just like 22nd Street, They got me by my neck and feet. Pressures building, can't take more. My headaches charge, earaches roar. In this pain Get me out of this pain. If I could change to liquid, I could fill the cracks up in the rocks. I know that I am solid And I am my own bad luck. Outside John disappears, my cage dissolves, without any reason my body revolves. Keep on turning, Keep on turning, Turning around, spinning around. (round, round, round, round...)
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