En el anterior artículo comenzamos a comentar el álbum The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. Como hay mucho material le voy a dedicar varios artículos.

1974: El cordero reposa en Broadway (I) Nos ocupamos en esta primera parte de la grabación, portada y lanzamiento.

Portada del álbum The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway

En esta segunda parte continuamos contando la historia de Rael desarrollada para el álbum.

Como recordatorio os dejo de nuevo el listado de canciones:

Enlace al álbum completo:

Genesis The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway Full Remastered Album 1974

Genesis- The Lamb lies Down....(Hybrid Sacd R) Full Album HQ

The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway Illustrated - Complete

Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway (1974) FULL ALBUM Vinyl Rip

Lista de reproducción del álbum completo:

Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (Official Audio)

The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (Remastered 2008)

Lista de canciones

Según los créditos en el álbum, todas las canciones fueron compuestas por Tony Banks, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, Steve Hackett y Mike Rutherford.

Disco 1

	Título inglés	Título español	Letras por	Duración
1.	The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway	El cordero yace en Broadway	Gabriel	5:04
2.	Fly on a Windshield	Mosca en un parabrisas	Gabriel	2:46
3.	Broadway Melody of 1974	Melodía de Broadway de 1974	Gabriel	2:12
4.	Cuckoo Cocoon	Nido del cuco	Gabriel	2:13
5.	In the Cage	En la jaula	Gabriel	8:13
6.	The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging	El gran desfile de los paquetes sin vida	Gabriel	2:47
7.	Back in N.Y.C.	De regreso en Nueva York	Gabriel	5:44
8.	Hairless Heart	Corazón sin pelo	Instrumental	2:13
9.	Counting Out Time	Contando las horas	Gabriel	3:41
10.	The Carpet Crawlers	Los que gatean por la alfombra	Gabriel	5:16
11.	The Chamber of 32 Doors	La cámara de 32 puertas	Gabriel	5:46

Disco 2

Pista	Título inglés	Título español	Letras por	Duración
01.	Lilywhite Lilith	Lilith, blanca como los lirios	Gabriel	2:46
02.	The Waiting Room	La sala de espera	Instrumental	5:28
03.	Anyway	De todos modos	Gabriel	3:20
04.	Here Comes The Supernatural Anaesthetist	Aquí viene el anestesista sobrenatural	Gabriel	2:50
05.	The Lamia	La Lamia	Gabriel	6:57
06.	Silent Sorrow in Empty Boats	Silencioso lamento en botes vacíos	Instrumental	3:06
07.	The Colony of Slippermen (Arrival - A Visit to the Doktor - Raven)	La colonia de los hombres resbaladizos (Llegada - Una visita al Doktor - El cuervo)	Gabriel	8:12
08.	Ravine	Barranco	Instrumental	2:05
09.	The Light Dies Down on Broadway	La luz se apaga en Broadway	Banks/Rutherford	3:33
10.	Riding the Scree	Cabalgando la corriente	Gabriel	4:10
11.	In the Rapids	En los rápidos	Gabriel	2:23
12.	It	Ello	Gabriel	4:20

La historia de Rael

El álbum cuenta la historia de Rael, un joven puertorriqueño que vive en la ciudad de Nueva York, que pasa por experiencias extraordinarias y conoce personajes extraños. Gabriel fue influenciado por la última gira estadounidense de la banda para ambientar la historia en la ciudad de Nueva York. Utilizó la ubicación como una herramienta para hacer que Rael fuera "más real, más extrovertido y violento", eligiendo desarrollar un personaje que sea la persona menos propensa a "caer en toda esta trampa mariquita", y buscando contar una historia que contrastara entre la fantasía y el personaje. Gabriel explicó que a medida que avanza la historia, Rael descubre que no es tan "macho" como esperaba, y sus experiencias eventualmente sacan a relucir un lado más romántico de su personalidad. El final de la historia no está directamente claro ya que Gabriel deliberadamente dejó la conclusión ambigua. Cuando se le pregunta al respecto, Gabriel no declara que Rael muera, aunque comparó el final con la acumulación de suspense y drama de una película en la que "nunca se ve lo que es tan aterrador porque lo dejan en el aire sin ... revelarlo". Varias de las ocurrencias y escenarios de la historia derivaron de los sueños de Gabriel. Collins comentó que todo el concepto era sobre la doble personalidad. Las canciones individualmente también hacen alusiones satíricas a la mitología, la revolución sexual, la publicidad y el consumismo. Gabriel sintió que las canciones por sí solas no eran suficientes para detallar toda la acción en su historia, por lo que escribió la trama completa en la carátula del álbum.

Imagen del libreto de la edición en CD de 1991

A continuación se expone la historia canción a canción. Se adjunta un enlace oficial a la canción correspondiente y las letras por si se quieren seguir a la vez.

The Lamb Lies Down en Broadway

Una mañana en la ciudad de Nueva York, Rael sostiene una lata de pintura en aerosol, odiando a todos los que lo rodean. Es testigo de un cordero acostado en Broadway que tiene un profundo efecto en él.

Letras

And the lamb lies down on Broadway

Early morning Manhattan

Ocean winds blow on the land

The Movie-Palace is now undone

The all-night watchmen have had their fun

Sleeping cheaply on the 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

Nightime's flyers feel their pains

Drugstore takes down the chains

Metal motion comes in bursts

But the gas station can quench that thirst

Suspension cracked on unmade road

The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'

And out on the subway

Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid

Exits into daylight, 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 its 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 coat 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 you 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

Fly on a Windshield

Mientras camina por la calle, ve una nube oscura que toma la forma de una pantalla de cine y lentamente se mueve hacia él, absorbiéndolo finalmente.

Letras

There's something solid forming in the air,

The wall of death is lowered 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 in

And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.

Broadway Melody Of 1974

Allí observa una explosión de imágenes del presente.

Letras

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 McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand

Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing

Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing

Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul food and the band plays 'In the Mood'

The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, there's a smell of

Peach blossom and bitter almond

Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade

He know in a scent

You can bottle all you made

There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes, smiling at the majorettes

Smoking Winston Cigarettes

And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home

With needles; needles and pins

Cuckoo Cocoon

Rael despierta en una cueva y vuelve a dormirse.

Letras

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

The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am

Some kind of jam?

Cuckoo Cocoon have I come to, 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 to, too soon for you?

I wonder if I'm a prisoner locked up in some Brooklyn 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've saved me?

Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?

In The Cage

Rael se despierta y se encuentra atrapado en una jaula de estalactitas y estalagmitas la cual se cierra lentamente hacia él. Mientras intenta escapar, ve a su hermano John y lo llama, pero John se aleja y la jaula súbitamente desaparece.

Letras

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

Rock-face moves to press my skin

White liquid 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 retching

In the cage

Get me out of the 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 away and leave the cage

My little runaway

(Raindrops keep failing 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

Pressures building, can't take 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

Turning around

Spinning around

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

Rael se encuentra en el piso de una fábrica y una mujer hace de guía en el área, donde él ve a personas siendo procesadas como paquetes. Él divisa a algunos miembros de antaño de su pandilla de Nueva York y a John con el número "9" estampado en su frente. Temiendo por su vida, Rael huye por el corredor.

Letras

"The last great adventure left to mankind"

-Screams a drooping lady

offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate 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

-just need a fuse.

Got people stocked in every shade,

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 recognise some of the production line,

No bite at all in labour bondage,

Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage.

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

-All ready to use

It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

-just need a fuse.

The hall runs like clockwork

Their hands mark out the time,

Empty in their fullness

Like a frozen pantomime.

Everyone's a sales representative

Wearing slogans in their shrine.

Dishing out failsafe superlative,

Brothere John is No. 9.

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

-All ready to use

It's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

-just need a fuse.

The decor on the ceiling

has planned out their future day

I see no sign of free will,

so I guess I'll have to pay,

pay my way,

for the Grand Parade.

for the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

-All ready to use

the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

-just need a fuse.

Back In N.Y.C.

A Rael le viene a la mente un recuerdo de una redada de pandillas en la ciudad de Nueva York

Letras

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

The call me the trail blazer-Rael-electric razor

I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain

'Cos we're only as strong, yes we're only as strong

As the weakest link in the chain

Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen

I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean

You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit

But I know it's me that's hitting out and 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!

No time for romantic escape

When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!

Off we go. Off we go. Off we go. Off we go

You're sitting in your comfort 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

Laid them down in coloured sheets

Who needs illusion of love and affection

When you're out walking in the streets with your mainline connection? Connection

As I cuddle 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!

No time for romantic escape

When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!

No time

Hairless Heart

Rael tiene un sueño en el que su corazón peludo es removido y afeitado con una navaja de afeitar.

Letras

That night he pictured the removal of his hairy heart and to the

accompaniment of very

romantic music he watched it being shaved smooth by an anonymous

stainless steel razor.

Counting Out Time

Tiene un recuerdo de su primer encuentro sexual.

Letras

I'm counting out time,

Got the whole thing down by numbers.

All those numbers!

Give my guidance!

O Lord I need that now.

The day of judgement'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.

And I have studied every line, every page in the book,

And now I've got the real thing here, I'm gonna take a look, take a look.

This is Rael!

I'm counting out time, hoping it goes like I planned it,

'cos I understand it. Look! I've found the hotspots, Figs 1-9.

-still counting out time, got my finger on the button,

"Don't say nuttin-just lie there still

And I'll get you turned on just fine."

Erongenous 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 ahead in No. 11!

Getting crucial responses with dialation of the pupils.

"Honey get hip! It's time to unzip, to unzip. Whipee!"

-Move over Casanova-

I'm counting out time, reaction none to 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 bookstore right away.

Erongenous zones I question you-

Without you, what would a poor boy do?

Without you, mankind handkinds thru' the blues.

The Carpet Crawlers

El recuerdo de Rael termina, y se encuentra en un corredor adornado con una larga y roja alfombra, en la cual hay gente arrastrándose hacia su salida por una puerta de madera. Rael pasa corriendo junto a ellos y sale por una escalera de caracol.

Letras

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."

The Chamber Of 32 Doors

En lo alto, Rael entra en una cámara con 32 puertas, rodeado de gente e incapaz de concentrarse.

Letras

At the top of the stairs, their's hundreds of people,

running around to all the doors.

They try to 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'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 with 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 every single door, that I've walked through

Brings me 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;

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 everyone else they'er 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 chose a side,

He won't take me for a ride.

Back inside

This chamber of so many doors;

I've 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.

Lilywhite Lilith

Encuentra a una mujer ciega que lo lleva afuera de la cámara hacia otra cueva.

Letras

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"

'Said if I helped her thru' 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 Lilith,

She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night.

Lilywhite Lilith,

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 cold stone throne, carved in jade.

Lilywhite Lilith,

She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night.

Lilywhite Lilith,

She gonna lead you right.

She leaves me in my darkness,

I have to face my fear,

And the darkness closes in on me,

I can hear a whirring sound growling 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 white light fills the air.

The Waiting Room

La mujer le lleva a otra cueva, la sala de espera. En la otra cueva queda atrapado por un montón de rocas que caen desde arriba.

Letras

He panics, feels around for a stone and hurls it at the brightest point.

The sound of breaking glass echoes around the cave.

As his vision is restored he catches sight of two golden gloves

about one foot in diameter hovering away down the tunnel.

When they disappear a resounding crack sears across the roof, and it collapses all around him.

Our hero is trapped once again.

"This is it" he thinks, failing to move any of the fallen rocks

Anyway

Mientras está atrapado por las rocas, recibirá la visita de la muerte.

Letras

All the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart

This is the one for me

Time to meet the chef

O boy! the running man is out of death

Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath

'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

O boy! I don't even feel no pain

I guess I must be driving myself insane

Damn it all! does earth plug a hole in heaven

Or heaven plug a hole in the earth - "how wonderful to be so profound

When everything you are is dying underground"

I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow

I could have been exploding in space

Different 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 doorbell rings and it's

"Good morning Rael

So sorry you had to wait

It won't be long, yeh!

She's very rarely late"

The Supernatural Anaesthetist

La muerte es el anestesista sobrenatural. Rael logra escapar de la cueva.

Letras

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.

The Lamia

Rael termina en una piscina con tres lamias, hermosas criaturas con aspecto de serpiente, y tiene relaciones sexuales con ellas, pero mueren después de beber un poco de la sangre de Rael.

Letras

The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near

He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier

Each step he takes, the perfumes change

From familiar fragrance to flavours strange

A magnificent 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 his sight

Struck by beauty, gripped in fright

Three vermilion 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 siren's call

"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool

We have been waiting for our waters to 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

The fairest cries, "We all have loved you Rael"

Each empty snakelike 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 stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined

"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"

It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers

Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue

The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you

Silent Sorrow in Empty Boats

Sale de la piscina en un bote.

Letras

Instrumental

The Colony of Slippermen

The Arrival

Se encuentra en un grupo de Slippermen, hombres distorsionados y grotescos que han tenido la misma experiencia con los Lamia, y descubre que se ha convertido en uno de ellos

A Visit to the Doktor

Rael encuentra a John entre los Slippermen, quien revela que la única manera de volver a ser humano es visitar al Doktor Dyper y ser castrado.

Raven

Ambos son castrados y mantienen sus penes extraídos en recipientes alrededor de sus cuellos. El contenedor de Rael es robado por un cuervo y lo persigue, dejando a John atrás.

Letras

[THE ARRIVAL]

[Rael:]

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

Till I came upon this dirty street.

I've never seen a stranger crowd;

Slubberdegullions on a squeaky feet,

Continually pacing,

With nonchalant embracing,

Each orifice disgracing

And one facing me moves to say "hellay".

His skin's all covered in slimy lumps.

With lips that slide across each chin.

His twisted limbs like rubber stamps

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.

[Slipperman:]

"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!

[Slipperman:]

"You better watch it son, your sentence has only just begun

You better run and join your brother John."

[A VISIT TO THE DOKTOR]

[Slipperman:]

"You're in the colony of slippermen.

There's no who? why? what? or when?

You 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 marble table.

[The Doktor:]

Understand Rael, it's the end of your tail.

[Rael:]

"Don't delay, dock the dick!"

I watch his countdown timer tick......

[THE RAVEN]

He places the number into a tube,

A yellow plastic "shoobedoobe".

It says: "Though your fingers may tickle

You'll be safe in our pickle."

Suddenly, black cloud comes down from the sky.

It's a supersize 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 hands

Man, I've got to find out where that black bird lands.

"Look here John, I've got to run

I need you now, you 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 couch

Now you're sick with your grouch.

I'll not risk my honey pouch

Which my slouch will wear slung very low."

[Rael:]

He walks away and leaves me once again.

Even though I never learn,

I'd hoped he'd show just some concern.

I'm in 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 I've got.

He leads me down an underpass

Though it narrows, he still flies very fast,

When the tunnel stops

I catch sight of the tube, just as it drops.

I'm on top of a bank, to steep to climb,

I see it hit the water, just in time,

to watch it float away.

Ravine

El cuervo deja caer el contenedor en un barranco y en un río subterráneo.

Letras

He follows a small path running along the top,

and watches the tube bobbing up and down in the water

as the fast current carries it away

The Light Dies Down on Broadway

Mientras Rael camina junto al río, ve una ventana en el banco sobre su cabeza que revela su casa en medio de las calles.

Letras

As he walks along the gorge's edge

He meets a sense 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 it carves out anger in a blood-red band

Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand

- My home

Is this the way out from this 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 form

Of brother John, he cries for help

The gate is fading now, but open wide

But John is drowning, I must decide

Between the freedom I had in the rat-race

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

Riding the Scree

Ante la opción de regresar a casa a través de la ventana, ve a John en el río debajo de él, luchando por mantenerse a flote. Rael debe tomar la decisión entre rescatar a su hermano o quizás tomar su única oportunidad para volver a su antigua vida en Nueva York. A pesar de ser abandonado dos veces por John, Rael se sumerge para salvarlo y la puerta de entrada a Nueva York desaparece.

Letras

He rushes to the cliff and scrambles down the rocks.

It takes him a long time to get down to the water, trying to keep up with the current at the same time.

As he nears the water's edge he sees John losing strength.

Struggling down the slope,

There's not much hope.

I begin to try to ride the scree

but 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.

Evel Knievel you got nothing on me.

Here I go!

In the Rapids

Rael rescata a John y arrastra su cuerpo a la orilla del río y lo da la vuelta para que lo mire de frente, solo para ver su propio rostro.

Letras

Moving down the water

John is drifting out of sight

It's only at the turning point

That you find out how ya 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

When 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 past

We hold together, hold together

And shoot the rapids fast

And when the waters slow down

The dark and the deep

Have no-one no-one no-one no-one

No-one left to keep

Hang on John!

We're out of this at last

Something's changed, that's not your face

It's mine! It's mine!

Su conciencia luego se desplaza entre ambos cuerpos, y ve que el paisaje circundante se derrite en una neblina. Ambos cuerpos se disuelven, y el espíritu de Rael se convierte en uno con todo lo que lo rodea.

Letras

When it's cold, it comes slow.

it is 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 hometown.

it is chicken, it is eggs,

it is in between your legs.

it is walking on the moon,

leaving your cocoon.

it is the jigsa. it is purple haze.

it never stays in one place, but it's not a passing phase,

it is in the single's bar, in the 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 goal,

Not even in your favourite hole.

it is the hope for the dope.

When you ride the horse without a hoof.

it is shaken, not stirred;

Cocktails on the roof.

When you eat right fru it you see everything alive,

it is inside spirit, with enough grit to survive

If you think it's pretentious, you've been taken for a ride.

Look across the mirror, before you chose de cide

it is here. it is now

it is Real. it is Rael

'cos it's only knock and knowall, but I like it.

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viernes, 23 de septiembre de 2022

1974: El cordero reposa en Broadway (II) - La historia de Rael

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