sexta-feira, 10 de junho de 2016

66 (da condição humana) The Carpet Crawlers

 The Carpet Crawlers

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, theyve more lifeblood than before.
Theyre moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needles eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
You gotta get in to get out
You gotta get in to get out
You gotta get in to get out

There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing theyre free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
You gotta get in to get out
You gotta get in to get out
You gotta 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;
Its the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
You gotta get in to get out
You gotta get in to get out
You gotta 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:
You gotta get in to get out
You gotta get in to get out
You gotta get in to get out



Songwriters: GABRIEL, PETER / HACKETT, STEVE / COLLINS, PHIL / BANKS, ANTHONY / RUTHERFORD, MICHAEL

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