Lyrics Stuck in a Low Dive Again Lyrics
The Lamb Lies Downwards on Broadway
And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Early on morning Manhattan, Ocean winds blow on the state. The Picture show-Palace is now undone, The all-night watchmen take had their fun. Sleeping cheaply on the midnight evidence, Information technology's the same old ending-time to go. Leave! It seems they cannot leave their dream. There'south something moving in the sidewalk steam, And the lamb lies downward on Broadway. Nightime's flyers feel their pains. Drugstore takes down the chains. Metal motion comes in bursts, But the gas station tin can quench that thirst. Suspension cracked on unmade route The trucker'southward eyes read 'Overload' And out on the subway, Rael Royal Droplets Kid Exits into daylight, spraygun hid, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. The lamb seems right out of place, Withal the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its confront. Somehow it'due south lying there, Brings a stillness to the air. Though human being-fabricated low-cal, at night is very bright, There'due south no whitewash victim, As the neons dim, to the coat of white. Rael Imperial Aerosol Child, Wipes his gun-he'southward forgotten what he did, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Suzanne tired her work all done, Thinks money-honey-exist on-neon. Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn And the sawdust king spits out his scorn. Wonder women describe your blind! Don't look at me! I'k not your kind. I'g Rael! Something within me has just begun, Lord knows what I accept done, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. On Broadway- They say the lights are always bright on Broadway. They say there's always magic in the air. Fly on a Windshield / Broadway Melody
In that location's something solid forming in the air, The wall of death is lowered in Times Square. No-ane seems to care, They acquit on as if nada was in that location. The current of air is blowing harder now, Bravado dust into my optics. The dust settles on my skin, Making a crust I cannot move in And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway. Echoes of the Broadway Everglades, With her mythical madonnas withal walking in their shades: Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand. Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand. Sirens on the rooftops wailing, merely there's no ship sailing. Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands lonely with his punchline failing. Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food and the band plays 'In the Mood' The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, there'due south a smell of peach flower and biting almonde. Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, he know in a scent, yous tin can bottle all yous made. There's Howard Hughes in bluish suede shoes, grin at the majorettes smoking Winston Cigarettes. And as the song and trip the light fantastic toe begins, the children play at home with needles; needles and pins. Cuckoo Cocoon
Wrapped up in some powdered wool-I judge I'm losing touch.
Don't tell me I'm dying, 'cos I own't changed that much.
The only audio is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am,
Some kind of jam?
Cuckoo Cocoon have I come up to, too before long for yous?
At that place's nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that I've known.
With no sign of life at all, I guess that I'm solitary,
And I experience so secure that I know this can't be real but I feel skilful.
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
I wonder if I'm a prisoner locked upward in some Brooklyn jail
-or some sort of Jonah close up inside the whale.
No-I'm still Rael and I'm stuck in some kind of cave,
what could've saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon accept I come to, as well soon for you lot?
In The Muzzle
There's sunshine in my stomach
Similar I only rocked my baby to sleep.
At that place's sunshine in my stomach
And I can't continue me from creeping sleep,
Sleep, deep in the deep.
Rockface moves to press my skin
White liquids plow sour within
Turn fast-turn sour
Plow sweat-turn sour.
Must tell myself that I'one thousand non here.
I'm drowning in a liquid fear.
Bottled in a strong pinch,
My distortion shows obsession
In the cave.
Get me out of this cave!
If I go along my self-control,
I'll be safe in my soul.
And the childhood conventionalities
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 out.
Feel similar burning, stomach churning,
I'one thousand dressed upwardly in a white costume
Padding out leftover room.
Torso stretching, feel the wretching
In the cage
Get me out of this muzzle!
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 are netted by their strings,
Free to palpitate in memories of their wasted wings.
Outside the muzzle I see my Blood brother John,
He turns his caput so slowly round.
I cry out help! earlier he tin can be gone,
And he looks at me without a audio.
And I shout 'John please help me!'
Just he does not even want to effort to speak.
I'one thousand helpless in my violent rage
And a silent tear of blood dribbles downwardly his cheek,
And I sentry him turn away and leave the muzzle.
My footling runaway.
In a trap, feel a strap
Belongings still. Pinned for kill.
Chances narrow that I'll make it,
In the cushioned direct-jacket.
Just like 22nd Street,
When they got me past my neck and feet.
Pressures edifice, can't take any more.
My headaches charge. My earaches roar.
In the hurting
Get me out of this pain.
If I could change to liquid,
I could fill up the cracks upwards in the rock.
But I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck.
But outside John disappears and my muzzle dissolves,
and without any reason my body revolves.
Continue on turning,
Keep on turning,
Turning effectually,
spinning around.
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
'The last peachy adventure left to flesh'
-Screams a drooping lady
offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices,
and every bit the notes and coins are taken out
I'1000 taken in, to the factory floor.
For the K Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-All fix to use
the 1000 Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-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 product line,
No bite at all in labour chains,
Just wrinkled wrappers or man bandage.
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-All set up to employ
It'due south the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-merely need a fuse.
The hall runs like clockwork
Their hands mark out the fourth dimension,
Empty in their fullness
Like a frozen pantomime.
Everyone'southward a sales representative
Wearing slogans in their shrine.
Dishing out failsafe superlative,
Brothere John is No. 9.
For the 1000 Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-All ready to use
It's the One thousand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-just need a fuse.
The decor on the ceiling
has planned out their future day
I see no sign of free will,
then I guess I'll have to pay,
pay my way,
for the Grand Parade.
for the Yard Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-All prepare to use
the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-only demand a fuse.
Back in NYC
I run into faces and traces of home back in New York City-
So you think I'm a tough child? Is that what yous heard?
Well I like to see some activity and it gets into my blood.
The telephone call me the trail blazer-Rael-electrical razor.
I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, nosotros don't believe in pain
'cos we're only as stiff, as the weakest link in the chain.
Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen,
I had to get it out of me, if you lot know what I hateful, what I hateful.
Y'all say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit.
But I know information technology's me that's striking out and I'g not full of shit.
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I practice wrong.
This is your mess I'one thousand stuck in, I actually don't belong.
When I take out my canteen, filled upward loftier with gasoline,
You can tell by the dark fires where Rael has been, has been.
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, simply me.
Held my heart, deep in hair,
Time to shave, shave information technology off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
Off we go.
You lot're sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'1000 real,
You cannot purchase protection from the way that I experience.
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash,
But information technology was mine in the first identify, so I'll fire it to ash.
And I've tasted all the strongest meats,
And laid them down in coloured sheets.
Who needs illusion of beloved and affection
When you're out walking the streets with your mainline connection? connection.
As I caress the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, just me.
Held my heart, deep in hair.
Time to shave, shave information technology off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is prepare for rape. No!
Counting Out Time
I'm counting out fourth dimension,
Got the whole thing down by numbers.
All those numbers!
Give my guidance!
O Lord I need that now.
The day of judgement'south come,
And you tin bet that I've been resting,
for this testing,
Digesting every word the experts say.
Erogenous zones I honey you.
Without y'all, what would a poor male child do?
Found a girl I wanted to date,
Idea I'd improve become information technology straight.
Went to buy a book before it's too late.
Don't leave naught to fate.
And I accept studied every line, every page in the book,
And now I've got the real thing hither, I'thousand gonna take a await, take a look.
This is Rael!
I'm counting out time, hoping information technology goes like I planned information technology,
'cos I understand information technology. Expect! I've constitute the hotspots, Figs i-ix.
-still counting out time, got my finger on the button,
'Don't say nuttin-just lie in that location still
And I'll get you turned on just fine.'
Erongenous zones I dearest y'all.
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Touch on and become with 1-6.
Bit of trouble in zone No. 7.
Gotta remember all of my tricks.
There's sky alee in No. 11!
Getting crucial responses with dialation of the pupils.
'Beloved get hip! It'southward time to unzip, to unzip. Whipee!'
-Motility over Casanova-
I'one thousand counting out fourth dimension, reaction none to happy,
Please don't slap me,
I'm a cherry blooded male and the volume said I could non fail.
I'grand counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress,
I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away.
Erongenous zones I question y'all-
Without yous, what would a poor male child do?
Without y'all, mankind handkinds thru' the blues.
The Carpet Crawlers
At that place is lambswool nether my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
-gives off some kind of estrus.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in nascence on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll observe peace.
Each idea and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my retentiveness.
There's no room to void.
The crawlers embrace the floor in the carmine ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more than lifeblood than earlier.
They're moving. They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's heart is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
'We've got to make it to get out
Nosotros've got to get in to get out.'
There'due south 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 that they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
'We've got to go far to go 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 candlight;
It'south the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpeting crawlers heed their callers:
'We've got to go far to get out
We've got to become in to get out.'
The porcelain manikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift upwards their pitchers- the deport all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crevice,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The rug crawlers heed their callers:
'We've got to get in to go out
We've got to get in to exit.'
Chamber of 32 Doors
At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
running effectually to all the doors.
They try to find themselves an audience;
their deductions need adulation.
The rich human being stands in front of me,
The poor human backside my dorsum.
They believe they tin command the game,
merely the juggler holds another pack.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,
You can guess past his optics, have a look if yous tin,
He'll grinning through his guard,
Survival trains hard.
I'd rather trust a human being who works with his hands,
He looks at you once, you know he understands,
Don't demand any shield,
When yous're out in the field.
But downward hither,
I'yard so alone with my fearfulness,
With everything that I hear.
And every single door, that I've walked through
Brings me back here again,
I've got to find my ain style.
The priest and the magician,
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
They're all calling out my name,
Even academics, searching printed word.
My father to the left of me,
My mother to the right,
Similar everyone else they'er pointing
But nowhere feels quite right.
And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I demand someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he'southward establish,
There'southward no demand to sell if you're homeward bound.
If I chose a side,
He won't take me for a ride.
Back inside
This chamber of and so many doors;
I've nowhere to hide.
I'd requite you all of my dreams, if you lot'd assist me,
Detect a door
That doesn't lead me back again
-take me away.
Lilywhite Lilith
The sleeping accommodation was in confusion-all the voices shouting loud.
I could merely just hear, a voice quite near say, 'Please help me
through the crowd'
'Said if I helped her thru' she could help me as well, but I could
see that she was wholly blind.
But from her pale face up and her pale skin, a moonlight shined.
Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night.
Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna lead you right.
When I'd led her through the people, the angry noise began to grow.
She said 'Allow me experience the style the breezes blow, and I'll prove
y'all where to go.'
So I followed her into a big round cave, she said 'They're coming
for you, now don't exist afraid.'
Then she sat me down on a cold rock throne, carved in jade.
Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna accept y'all thru' the tunnel of night.
Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna lead you right.
She leaves me in my darkness,
I have to face my fearfulness,
And the darkness closes in on me,
I tin can hear a whirring sound growling virtually.
I can encounter the corner of the tunnel,
Lit up by any's coming here.
Two gilded globes float into the room
And a bonfire of white low-cal fills the air.
Anyway
All the pumping's virtually over for my sweet heart,
This is the ane for me,
Time to meet the chef,
O boy! running human being is out of death.
Experience cold and one-time, information technology's getting difficult to take hold of my breath.
's back to ash, at present, you've had your flash male child
The rocks, in fourth dimension, compress
your blood to oil,
your flesh to coal,
enrich the soil,
not everybody'due south goal.
Anyway, they say she comes on a plale equus caballus,
But I'm sure I hear a railroad train.
O male child! I don't even experience no pain-
I guess I must be driving myself insane.
Damn it all! does globe plug a hole in sky,
Or sky plug a hole in the earth-'how wonderful to be so profound,
when everything you are is dying cloak-and-dagger.'
I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow.
I could take been exploding in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones,
Go on the deadline open up with my maker!
Run across me stretch; for God's rubberband acre
The doorbell rings and it's
'Good morning Rael
So sorry yous had to look.
It won't be long, yeh!
She'south very rarely late.'
The Lamia
The odor grows richer, he knows he must be near,
He finds a long passageway lit past chandelier.
Each step he takes, the perfumes modify
>From familiar fragrance to flavours strange.
A magnificent sleeping room meets his eye.
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded past fine mist.
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed.
Thinking he is quite alone,
He enters the room, as if it were his own,
Simply ripples on the sweet pinkish h2o
Reveal some company unthought of-
Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
3 vermilion snakes of female person face,
The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,
Simply in that location is no sign of warning in the siren'due south call:
'Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool.
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you lot cool.'
Putting fear beside him, he trusts in dazzler bullheaded,
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind.
'With their tongues, they test, taste and gauge all that is mine.
They motility in a series of caresses
That glide upwardly and down my spine.
As they nibble the fruit of my mankind, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a proper noun would stain.
With the outset drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
The fairest cries, 'We all accept loved you Rael'.'
Each empty snakelike body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room,
The biting harvest of a dying bloom.
Looking for motion I know I will not notice,
I stroke the curls now turning stake, in which I'd lain entwined
'O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take equally my food'
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my choclate fingers.
Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is gear up for you.
The Slipperman
THE ARRIVAL
Rael:
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Till I came upon this muddy street.
I've never seen a stranger crowd;
Slubberdegullions on a squeaky feet,
Continually pacing,
With nonchalant embracing,
Each orifice disgracing
And one facing me moves to say 'hellay'.
His skin's all covered in slimy lumps.
With lips that slide across each mentum.
His twisted limbs like condom stamps
Are waved in welcome say 'Delight join in.'
My grip must be flipping,
Cos his handshake keeps slipping,
My hopes keep on dipping
And his lips go along on smile all the time.
Slipperman:
'We like you, have tasted love.
Don't exist alarmed at what yous see,
You yourself are just the aforementioned
As what yous see in me.'
Rael:
Me, like yous? like that!
Slipperman:
'You amend picket it son, your sentence has only simply begun
You improve run and bring together your brother John.'
A VISIT TO THE DOKTOR
Slipperman:
'Yous're in the colony of slippermen.
There's no who? why? what? or when?
You get out if you've got the gripe
To come across, Doktor Dyper, reformed sniper-
he'll whip off your windscreenwiper
Rael:
John and I are able
To face the Doktor and his marble table.
The Doktor:
Understand Rael, information technology'southward the end of your tail.
Rael:
'Don't filibuster, dock the dick!'
I lookout his countdown timer tick......
He places the number into a tube,
A yellowish plastic 'shoobedoobe'.
It says: 'Though your fingers may tickle
You lot'll be safe in our pickle.'
Suddenly, black cloud comes down from the sky.
It's a supersize black bird that sure can wing.
The raven brings on darkness and night
He flies right downwards, gives me 1 hell of a fright.
He takes the tube right out of my hands
Human being, I've got to find out where that black bird lands.
'Look hither John, I've got to run
I need you now, you going to come up?'
He says to me.
John:
'At present can't you see
Where the raven flies there'south jeopardy.
Nosotros've been cured on the couch
Now you're sick with your grouch.
I'll non risk my honey pouch
Which my slouch will wearable slung very low.'
Rael:
He walks away and leaves me once once again.
Fifty-fifty though I never learn,
I'd hoped he'd show just some concern.
I'm in agony of Slipperpain
I pray my undercarriage will sustain.
The chase is on, the step is hot
Merely I'm running and so very hard with everything I've got.
He leads me downward an underpass
Though it narrows, he all the same flies very fast,
When the tunnel stops
I catch sight of the tube, just as it drops.
I'm on top of a bank, to steep to climb,
I encounter information technology hit the water, just in time,
to sentinel information technology float away.
The Ravine
He follows a pocket-sized path running forth the top,
and watches the tube bobbing up and down in the water
as the fast current carries information technology away
The Light Dies Downwardly on Broadway
As he walks along the gorge's edge,
He meets a sense of yesteryear.
A window in the banking concern above his caput
Reveals his home amidst the streets.
Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of pigment.
As it carves out acrimony in a reddish ring,
Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand;
-My home.
Is this the way out from this endless scene?
Or only an entrance to another dream?
And the light dies downward on Broadway.
Simply equally the skylight beckons him to get out,
He hears a scream fro far below.
Within the raging water, writhes the form
Of brother John, he cries for help.
The gate is fading at present, just open wide,
But John is drowning, I must decide
Between the freedom I had in the rat-race,
Or to stay forever in this forsaken identify;
Hey John!
He makes for the river and the gate is gone,
Back to the void where information technology came from.
And the light dies down on Broadway.
Riding The Scree
He rushes to the cliff and scrambles down the rocks. It takes him a long fourth dimension to become down to the water, trying to keep up with the electric current at the same fourth dimension.
As he nears the h2o'southward edge he sees John losing strength.
Struggling down the gradient,
There's non much hope.
I begin to try to ride the scree
but the rocks are tumbling all effectually me.
If I desire John live,
I've got to ditch my fearfulness - accept a swoop
While I've still got my drive to survive.
Evel Knievel yous got nothing on me.
Here I go!
In The Rapids
Moving downward the water
John is drifting out of sight,
It's only at the turning indicate
That you detect out how to fight.
In the common cold, feel the common cold
all around
And the rush of crashing water
Surround me with its sound.
Hitting out to reach you,
I can't get through to the other side.
When you're racing in the rapids
There'south merely one way, that'south to ride.
Taken down, taken down
past the undertow
And I'm spiralled downwardly the river bed,
My fire is called-for low.
Catching hold of a rock that'south firm,
I'g waiting for John to exist carried past.
We hold together and shoot the rapids fast.
And when the waters slow down
The dark and the deep
have no-i left to proceed.
Hang on John! We're out of this at last.
Something's changed, that's not your face up.
Information technology's mine!
IT
When it's common cold, information technology comes deadening.
it is warm, just scout it grow.
-all around me.
it is here. information technology is now.
Just a little bit of it tin bring you up or downwards.
Like the supper information technology is cooking in your hometown.
information technology is chicken, it is eggs,
it is in between your legs.
information technology is walking on the moon,
leaving your cocoon.
it is the jigsa. it is majestic haze.
it never stays in one identify, but it'south not a passing phase,
it is in the single's bar, in the distance of the face,
it is in betwixt the cages, it is ever in a infinite
it is here. it is now.
Any rock tin be made to roll,
If y'all've enough of it to pay the toll.
it has no habitation in words or goal,
Not even in your favourite hole.
it is the hope for the dope.
When you ride the horse without a hoof.
information technology is shaken, not stirred;
Cocktails on the roof.
When you consume right fru it you lot run across everything alive,
it is inside spirit, with enough grit to survive
If yous retrieve it's pretentious, you've been taken for a ride.
Look beyond the mirror, earlier yous chose de cide
it is here. information technology is now
it is Existent. it is Rael
'cos it's only knock and knowall, just I like it.
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