Songtext In the cage von Genesis

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The lamb lies down on broadway

1974

01. The lamb lies down on broadway
02. Fly on a windshield
03. Broadway melody of 1974
04. Cuckoo cocoon
05. In the cage
06. The grand parade of lifeless packaging
07. Back in n.Y.C.
08. Hairless heart
09. Counting out time
10. The carpet crawlers
11. The chamber of 32 doors
12. Lilywhite lilith
13. The waiting room
14. Anyway
15. The supernatural anaesthetist
16. The lamia
17. The colony of slippermen
18. Ravine
19. The light dies down on broadway
20. Riding the scree
21. In the rapids
22. It

In the cage

There's sunshine in my stomach
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep.
There's sunshine in my stomach
And I can't keep me from creeping sleep,
Sleep, deep in the deep.

Rockface moves to press my skin
White liquids 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 this 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 are 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 '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.

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,
When they got me by my neck and feet.
Pressures building, can't take any more.
My headaches charge. My earaches roar.
In the pain
Get me out of this pain.

If I could change to liquid,
I could fill the cracks up in the rock.
But I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck.
But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves,
and without any reason my body revolves.

Keep on turning,
Keep on turning,
Turning around,
spinning around.

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There's sunshine in my stomach 
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep. 
There's sunshine in my stomach 
And I can't keep me from creeping sleep, 
Sleep, deep in the deep. 
 
Rockface moves to press my skin 
White liquids 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 this 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 are 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 '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. 
 
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, 
When they got me by my neck and feet. 
Pressures building, can't take any more. 
My headaches charge. My earaches roar. 
In the pain 
Get me out of this pain. 
 
If I could change to liquid, 
I could fill the cracks up in the rock. 
But I know that I am solid 
And I am my own bad luck. 
But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves, 
and without any reason my body revolves. 
 
Keep on turning, 
Keep on turning, 
Turning around, 
spinning around.