Song Lyric Sunday (10/14/18) – Hiding

Helen’s prompt for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is the word hide/hiding/hidden.

It’s kind of funny that I had been thinking of the song I am using earlier in the week. I actually had to review the lyrics and bam! The prompt was in there. My choice is from a concept double-album that would take more space to explain than I should here.

The album was recorded in 1974 and would be the final album for this band’s lead singer. It is a story of soul-searching. Identity searching.  (Interesting how that mixes with Helen’s  last 4 weeks of prompts. The album is called The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. (the link will provide ALL the background you could ever want.)

Here is my favorite song from the album. Here is the song The Carpet Crawlers. This album has a special place in my life, and this song even more. You really do have to “get in to get out”.

“The Carpet Crawlers”

There is lambswool 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 golden fleece,
Hoping they’ll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There’s no hiding in my memory.
There’s no room to void.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they’ve more lifeblood than before.
They’re moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle’s eye is winking, closing in 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 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 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 a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
It’s the bottom of a 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 shattered 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.”

Writer(s): PHIL COLLINS, STEVE HACKETT, PETER GABRIEL, ANTHONY BANKS, MICHAEL RUTHERFORD

15 comments

  1. It’s odd, I was thinking about Peter Gabriel and Phil Collins earlier this week as well – except my thoughts got interrupted and I never got back to them. I’m not sure that I’m familiar with this song, but I do quite like it. Thanks for the re-introduction.

    ~Mary

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  2. I feel bad for people who cannot relate to music. To them it’s noise or sometimes a good tune but that’s all.

    Music is a diary. It touches our soul and makes a connection. It does my heart good when I read how much a song meant to someone.

    Thank you for sharing.

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