re Terry in Wonderland

[Guest guest]

Hi Joyce,

 

your comments to Terry about having to go in to get out reminded me of a

song by Genesis that I have always loved and considered very spiritually

significant... I found the lyrics, and I have to admit I have no idea

what the song is about... It's on The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway - a

must for acid trips.

 

Love, Mark

 

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 memory.

There's no one to avoid.

 

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."

 

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."

 

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 candlight;

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."

 

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.

The eager pack lift up their pitchers- they carry all they lack.

The liquid has congealed, which has seeped down 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."