In The Cage (The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway 1974)

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[In the Cage]
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
Deep, deep in the deep

Rockface 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 this cave, oh
Get me out of this cave, oh

If I keep my self-control
I'll be safe in my soul
In the childhood belief
Brings a moment's relief
But my cynic soon returns
And the lifeboat burns
My spirit just, just, just, just never learns
Stalactites, stalagmites
They lock me in, held 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 this cage, oh
Get me out of this cage, oh

But in the glare of a light
I see a strange kind of sight;
Cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far;
All tied to their things
They're netted by their strings
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings
Their wasted wings

[Keyboard Solo (Tony Banks)]

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
So 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...

Rain drops keep falling on my head, they keep falling on my
Rain drops keep falling on my head, they keep falling on my
Rain drops keep falling on my head, they keep falling on my
Rain drops keep falling on my head, they keep falling on my head

In a trap, feel a strap
Pinned for fear, dressed for kill
Chances narrow that I'll make it
In the cushioned straight-jacket
Just like 22nd Street
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
Headaches charge, my earaches roar

In this pain, oh
Get me out of this pain, oh

But if I could change to liquid
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck
Outside John disappears, my cage dissolves
Without any reason my body revolves
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning, turning, turning
Turning, turning, keep on turning round, round, round, round, round, round, round!

(Round... Round... Round.. Round...)
Round!

Somebody, somebody get me out of this cage
Oh, get me out of this cage
Oh, get me out of this cage

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