In The Cage - Genesis, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel

In The Cage - Genesis, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel

Альбом
Archive #1 (1967-1975)
Год
1997
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
477020

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In The Cage

Genesis, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel

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 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 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 again 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

When they got me by my neck and feet

Pressure’s building, can’t take any more

My headaches charge, my 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 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

Just spinning around

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