Genesis - Cuckoo Cocoon & In The Cage - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway - Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon?

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 recognise; 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 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?



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 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 wretching

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're 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 falling 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,

They got me by my neck and feet.

Pressures building, can't take more.

My headaches charge, 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 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,

Turning around,

spinning around.



(round, round, round, round...)

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