THE LAMB LIES DOWN ON BROADWAY

released as a double LP in 1974
Tony Banks - Peter Gabriel - Mike Rutherford -
Steve Hackett - Phil Collins

(note:  all lyrics to this album were written by Peter Gabriel, except
        where indicated)
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***Look for Peter's story in the liner notes of The Lamb soon!!!***
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THE LAMB LIES DOWN ON BROADWAY (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/
--------------------------------Collins)------------------------------

And the lamb lies down on Broadway

Early morning Manhatten
Ocean winds blow on the land
Movie-palace is now undone
The all-night watchmen have had their fun
Sleeping cheaply on a midnight show
It's the same old ending, time to go
Get Out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam
And the lamb lies down on Broadway

Night-time's flyers feel their pain
Drugstore takes down it's chains
Metal motion comes in bursts
But the gas station can quench that thirst
Suspension cracked on an unmade road
The trucker's eyes read "overload!"
And out on the subway
Rael imperial aerosol kid
Exits in the daylight, his spraygun hid
And the lamb lies down on Broadway

The lamb seems right out of place
Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in it's face
Somehow it's lying there
Brings a stillness to the air
Though man-made light, at night is very bright
There's no whitewash victim
As the neons dim to the code of white
Rael imperial aerosol kid
Wipes his gun, he's forgotten what he did
And the lamb lies down on Broadway

Suzanne tired, her work all done
Thinks money-honey-be on-neon
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn
Wonder women can draw your blind!
Don't look at me, I'm not your kind
I'm Rael!
Something inside me has just begun
Lord knows what I have 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
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway
 
[repeat and fade into]:

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FLY ON A WINSHIELD (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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There's something solid forming in the air
And the wall of death is lowere in Times Square
No-one seems to care
They carry on as if nothing was there
The wind is blowing harder now
Blowing dust into my eyes
The dust settles on my skin
Making a crust I cannot move
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the winshield on the freeway

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BROADWAY MELODY OF 1974 (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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Echoes of the Broadway Everglades
With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades
Lenny Bruce declares a truce and plays his other hand
Marshall McLuhen, casual viewin', head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing
Groucho with his movie trailing, stands alone with his punchline 
 faling
Ku Kluk Klan serve hot soul food, and the band plays "In The Moond"
The cheerleader waves her cyanide want, there's a smell of peach
 blossom and bitter almond
Carly Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade
He knows, in a scent, you can bottle all you made
There's Howard Hughs in blue suede shoes, smiling at the majorette
 smoking Winston cigarettes
And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home with
 needles; needles and pins

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CUCKOO COCOON (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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Wrapped up in some powdered wool-I guess I'm losing touch
Don't tell me this is dying, 'cos I ain't changed that much
Teh only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am
Some kind of jam?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come too, too soon for you?

There's nothing I can recognize, this is nowhere that I've known
With no sign of life at all, I guess that I'm alone
And I feel so secure that I know this can't be real
but I feel good
Cuckoo Cocoon have I come too, too soon for you?

I wonder if I'm a prisoner locked in some Brookly jail
-or some sort of Jonah shut up inside the whale
No-I'm still Rael and I'm stuck in some kind of cave
What could have saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come too, too soon for you?

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IN THE CAGE (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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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 lake of 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 moments relief
But my cynic soon returns
And the lifeboat burns
My spirit just never learns

Stalactities, Stalagmites
Shut me in, lock me tight
Lips are dry, food is dry
Feel like burning, stomach churning
I'm dressed up in a white costume
Padding out left-over 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 out "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

In a trap, feel a strap
Holding still, Pinned for kill
Chances narrow that I'll make it
In the cushioned straightjacket
Just like 22nd street
And they got me by their neck and feet
Pressure's building, can't take more
My headache's charge, my earache's roar
in this pain
Get me out of this pain!

If I could turn 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
Outside John disappears and my cage dissolves
And without any reason my body revolves

Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Turning around
Just spinning around
Down, down, down ...

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THE GRAND PARADE OF LIFELESS PACKAGING (L: Banks/Gabriel/L: Rutherford/
----------------------------------------Hackett/Collins)--------------

"It's the last great adventure left to man kind"
-Screams a dropping lady
offering her dreamdolls at less than extortinoate prices
and as the notes and coins are taken out
I'm taken in, to the factory floor

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-All ready to use
The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging
-I just need a fuse

Got people stocked in every shade
You 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 recognize some of the production line
No bite at all in labour bondages
Just wrinkled wrappers on human bandages

Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-All ready to use
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-I just need a fuse

Teh hall runs like clockwork
Their hands mark out this time
Empty in their fullness
Like a frozen pantomime
Everyone's sales representative
Wearing slogans on their shrine
Dishing out fallsafe superlative
Brother John in No. 9

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-Ready to use
It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-I just need a fuse

and the decor on the ceiling
planned out their future day
I see no sign of farewell
so I guess I have to pay
pay my way
for the Grand Parade
Grand Parade
Oh, the Grand Parade
Yes, the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-All ready to use
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
-I just need a fuse
Grand Parade
Grand Parade ...

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BACK IN N.Y.C. (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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I see faces and traces of home back in New York City-
So you think I'm a tough kid?  Is that what you heard?
Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood
They call me the trail blazer-Rael-electric razor
I'm a pitcher in a chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'cos we're only the strong, yes we're only as strong, as the 
 weakest link to the chain
Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen
I had to  get it out of me, i fyou know what I mean, what I mean
You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit
But I know it's me that hittin' out, and I'm, I'm not full of shit
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline
You can tell by the night, fires where Rael has been, has been

As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me
Held my heart, deep in hair
Time to shave, shave it off, it off
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
Off we go!

You're sitting in your comfor you don't believe I'm real
You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash
But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash
And I've tasted all the strongest meats
And laid them down in coloured sheets
Who need illusion of love and affection
When you're out walking in the streets with your mainline connection?
Connection.

As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me
Held my heart, deep in hair
Time to shave, shave it off, it off
No time for romantic excape
Whey your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
...No time

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HAIRLESS HEART (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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INSTRUMENTAL

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COUNTING OUT TIME (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherfor/Hackett/Collins)
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I'm counting out time
Got the whole thing down by numbers
All those numbers!
Give me guidance!
O lord I need that now

The Day of Judement's come
And you can bet that I've been resting 
for this testing
Digesting every word the experts say
Erogenous zones I love you
Without you what would a poor boy do?

Found a girl I wanted to date
Thought I'd better get it straight
Went to buy a book before it's too late
Don't leave nothing to fate
I've studied every line, every page in the book
But now I've got the real thing here, I'm gonna take a look,
take a look

This is it Rael!

I'm counting out time, hoping it all goes like I planned it
'cos I understand it.  Look! I've found the hotspots, fiures 1-9
-still counting out, I've got my finger on the button
"Don't say nuthin'-just lie there still now
I'll get you turned on just fine."
Erogenous zones I love you
Without you, what would a poor boy do?

Touch and go with 1-6
Bit of trouble in zone No. 7
Gotta remember all of my tricks
There's heaven ahed in No. 11!
Getting crucial responses with dilation of the pupils
"Honey, get hip!  It's time to unzip, to unzip,zip,zip-a-zip-zip
Whippee!"

Put it away Mr. Guitar
-Move over Casanova-

I'm counting out time, reaction none too happy
Please don't slap me
I'm a red-blooded male and the book said I could not fail
I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress
I'll get my money back from the book store right away
Erogenous zones I question you-
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, what would a poor boy do?

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CARPET CRAWLERS (L: Banks/Gabriel/L: Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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There is lamb's wool under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm
-gives off some kind of heat
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid
The fleas cling to the goldon fleece
Hoping they'll find peace
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in memory
There's no room to avoid

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridore
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Wehre the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor
the carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

There's only one direction in the faces that I see
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get 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 the door a harvest feast is lit by candle light
It's the bottom of the staircase that spirals out of sight
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."

The porcelain mannikin with shatterd skin fears attack
And 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
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out ..."

[repeat and fade]

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THE CHAMBER OF 32 DOORS (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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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
They believe they can control the game
but 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 judge by his eyes, take a look if you can
He'll smile through his guard
Survival trains hard
I'd rather trust a man who works wiht his hands
He looks at you once, you know he understands
Don't need any shield
When you're out in the field

But down here
I'm so alone with my fear
With everything that I hear
And efery single door, that i've walked through
Brings me back, back here again
i've got to find my own way

The priest and the magician
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard 
And they're all calling out my name
Even academics, searching printed word
My father to the left of me
My mother to the right
Like evryone else they're pointing
But nowhere feels quite right

And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust

I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found
There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound
If I choose a side
He won't take me for a ride

Back inside
This chamber of so many doors
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide
I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again
-take me away

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LILYWHITE LILLITH (Collins)
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The chamber was in confusion-all the voices shouting loud
I could only just hear a voice quite near say, "Please help
 me through the crowd"
I said if I helped her through she could help me too, but I
 could see that she was wholly blind
But from her pale face and her pale skin, a moonlight shined

Lilywhite Lillith
She gonna lead you thru' the tunnel of night
Lilywhite Lillith
She gonna lead you right

When I'd led her through the people, the angry noise began to grow
She said, "Let me feel the way the breezes blow and I'll show you
 where to go"
So I followed her into a big round cave, she said "They're coming for
 you, now don't be afraid
Then she sat me down on a stone cold throne, carved in jade

Lilywhite Lillith
She gonna lead you thru' the tunnel of night
Lilywhite Lillith
She gonna lead you right

She leaves me in my darkness
I have to face, face my fear
And the darkness closes in on me
I can hear a whirring sound growing near
i can see the corner of the tunnel
Lit up by whatever's coming here
Two golden globes float into the room
And a blaze of light fills the air

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THE WAITING ROOM (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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INSTRUMENTAL

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ANYWAY (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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All the pumping's nearly over for my sweetheart
This is the one for me
Time to meet the chef
Oh boy!  The running man is out of death
Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath
It's back to ash, "now, you've had your flash boy"
The rocks, in time, compress 
your blood to oil
your flesh to coal
enrich the soil
not everybody's goal

Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse
But I'm sure I hear a train
Oh boy!  I don't even feel no pain-
I think I must be driving myself insane
Damn it all!  Does earth plug a hole in heaven
Or heaven plug a hole in earth-"how wonderful to be
 so profound
when everything you are is dying underground

I feel like the pull on the rope, let m off at the rainbow
I could have been exploded in space
Diffirent orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones
Keep the deadline open with my maker!
See me stretch; for God's elastic acre
The door bell rings and it's
"Good morning, Rael
So sorry you had to wait
It won't be long, yeah!
She's very rarely late"

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(HERE COMES) THE SUPERNATURAL ANAESTHETIST (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/
--------------------------------------------Hackett/Collins)----------

Here comes the supernatural anaesthetist
If he wants you to snuff it
All he has to do is puff it
-he's such a fine dancer

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THE LAMIA (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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The scent grows richer, he knows he must be here
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavours strange
A magnificant chamber meets his eye

Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by 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
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of-
Rael stands astonished doubting the sight
Struck by beauty, gripped with fright
Three vermillion snakes of female face
The smallest motion, filled with grace
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall
but there is no sign of warning in the sirens' call
"Rael, welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool,
We have been waiting for our watrst bo bring you cool."

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind
With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine

As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain
Only a magic that a name would stain

With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains
Ther fairest cries, "We all have loved you, Rael"

Each empties snamkelike body floats
Silent Sorrow in empty boats
A sickly sourness fills the room
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom
Looking for motion I know I will not find
I stork the curls now turning pale, in which I'd laid entwined
"Oh Lamia, your flesh remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent  of garlic that lingers on my chocolat fingers

Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set to you

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SILENT SORROW IN EMPTY BOATS (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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INSTRUMENTAL

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THE COLONY OF SLIPPERMEN (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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The Arrival
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Rael:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Till I came upon this dirty street
I've never seen a stranger crowd
Slubberdegullions on squeaky feet

Continually pacing 
With nonchalant embracing
Each orifice disgracing
And one facing he moves to say "hellay"

Your skin's all covered in slimy lumps
With lips that slide accrossed each chin
His twisted limbs like rubber stumps
Are waved in welcome say "Please join in"

My grip must be flipping
Cos his handshake keeps slipping
My hopes keep on dipping
And his lips keep on smiling all the time

Slippermen:
"We, like you, have tasted love
Don't be alarmed at what you see
You yourself are just the same
As what you see in me"

Rael:
Me, like you?  Like that!

Slipperment:
"Better watch it son, your sentence has only just begun
Better run and join your brother John"

A Visit To The Doktor
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Slippermen:
"You're in the colony of slippermen
There's no who? why? what? or when?
You can get out if you've got the gripe
To see Doktor Dyper, reformed sniper-he'll whip off your
 windscreenwiper

Rael:
John and I are able
To face the Doktor and his mountain table

The Doktor:
Understand Rael, that's the end of your tail

Rael:
Don't delay, dock  the dick!
I watch his countdown timer tick ...

The Raven
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He places the number into a tube
Its a yellow plastic shoobedoobe
It says:  'Though your fingers may tickle,
you'll be safe in our pickle'
Suddenly, black cloud come down from the sky
It's a supersized black bird that sure can fly

The raven brings on darkness and night
He flies right down, gives me one hell of a fright
He takes the tube right out of my hand
Man, I've got to find where that black bird lands

"Look here, John, I've got to run
I need you now, you're going to come?"

He says to me:

John:
Now can't you see
Where the raven flies there's jeopardy?
We've been cured on the couh
Now you're sick with your grouch
I'll not risk my honey pouch
Which my souch will wear slung very low

Rael:
He walks away and leaves me once again
Even though I never learn,
I hoped he'd show just some concern

I'm in the agony of slipperpain
I pray my undercarriage will sustain

The chase is on, the pace is hot
But I'm running so very hard with everything that I've got
He leads me down an underpass 
Though it narrows, he still flies very fast
When the tunnel stops
Catch sight of the tube, just as it drops
I'm on top of a bank too steep to climb
I see it hit the water just in time
To watch it float away, watch it float away, watch it float away

[repeat, fade and ad lib]

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RAVINE (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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INSTRUMENTAL

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THE LIGHT DIES DOWN ON BROADWAY (L: Banks/Gabriel/L: Rutherford/
---------------------------------Hackett/Collins)---------------------

As he walks along the gorge's edge
He meets a sens of yesteryear
A window in the bank above his head
Reveals his home amidst the streets

Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of paint
As he carves out anger in a blood-red band
Destroyed tomorrow by unknown hand;
-My home
Is this the way out from the endless scene
Or just an entrance to another dream

And the light dies down on Broadway

But as the skylight beckons him to leave
He hears a scream from far below
Within the raging water, writhes the for
Of brogher John, he cries for help

Teh gate is fading now, but open wide
But John is drowning, I must decide
Between the freedom I had in the rat-racee
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place
Hey John!
He makes for the river and the gate is gone
Back to the void where it came from

And the light dies down on Broadway

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RIDING THE SCREE (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherfor/Hackett/Collins)
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Struggling down the slope
There's not much hope
I begin to try to ride the scree
the rocks are tumbling  all around me

If I want John alive
I've got to ditch my fear-take a dive
While I've still got my drive to survive

Evil Knievel you got nothing on me
Here I go!

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IN THE RAPIDS (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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Moving down the water
John is drifiting out of sight
It's only at the turning point
That you find out how you fight

In the cold, feel the cold
all around
And the rush of crashing water
Surrounds me with its sound

Striking out to reach you
I can't get through to the other side
Whe you're racing in the rapids
There's only one way, that's to ride

Taken down, taken down
by the undertow
I'm spiralled down the river bed
My fire is burning low
Catching hold of a rock that's firm
I'm waiting for John to be carried pas
We hold together, hold together
And shoot the rapids fast

And when the waters slow down
The dark and the deep
There's no one, no one, no one, no one
No one left to keep
Hang on John!  We're out of this at last
Something changed, that's not your face,
it's mine, it's mine!

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IT (Banks/Gabriel/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins)
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When it's cold, it comes slow
When it's warm, just watch it grow
All around me
It is here, it is now

Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down
Like the supper, it is cooking in your home town
It is chicken, it is eggs, it is in between your legs
It is walking on the moon, leaving your cocoon

It is the jigsaw, it is purple haze
It never stays in one place, but it's not a passing faze
It is in the single's bar, in a distance of the face
It is in between the cages, it is always in a space
It is here, it is now

Any rock can be made to roll 
If you've enough of it to pay the toll
It has no home in words or gold
Not even in your favourite hole
It is hope for the dope
That rides a horse without a hoof
It is shaken not stirred,
Cocktails on the roof

Wehn you eat right thru' it, you see everything alive
It is inside the spirit, with enough grit to survive
If you think it's pretentious, you've been taken for a ride
Look across the mirror sonny, before you choose decide
It is here, it is now
It is Real.  It is Rael

'Cos it's only knock and know-all, but I like it
Yes it's only knock and know all, but I like it

[repeat several times and then fade out]

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