The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway
Track #1 | Time: 04:55 |
Composer: Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | Report | Print | Up^ Keep your fingers out of my eye.
While I write I like to glance at the butterflies in glass that are all around the walls. The people in memory are pinned to events I can't recall too well, but I'm putting one down to watch him break up, decompose and feed another sort of life. The one in question is all fully biodegradable material and categorised as 'Rael'. Rael hates me, I like Rael, - yes, even ostriches have feelings, but our relationship is something both of us are learning to live with. Rael likes a good time, I like a good rhyme, but you won't see me directly anymore - he hates my being around. So if his story doesn't stand, I might lend a hand, you understand? (ie. the rhyme is planned, dummies).
The flickering needle jumps into red. New York crawls out of its bed.
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Early morning Manhattan,
Silent Sorrow in Empty Boats
Track #17 | Time: 03:06 |
Composer: Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | Report | Print | Up^ Instrumental
Album: The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.
Location:CD2, Track 6
Artist:Genesis
The Chamber of 32 Doors
Track #11 | Time: 05:40 |
Composer: Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | Report | Print | Up^ At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. It is almost a hemisphere with a great many doors all the way round its circumference. There is a large crowd, huddled in various groups. From the shouting, Rael learns that there are 32 doors, but only one that leads out. Their voices get louder and louder until Rael screams "Shut up!" There is a momentary silence and then Rael finds himself the focus as they direct their advice and commands to their new found recruit. Bred on trash, fed on ash the jigsaw master has got to move faster. Rael sees a quiet corner and rushes to it.
At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
running around to all the doors.
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
their deductions need applause.
The rich man stands in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
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