The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Early morning Manhattan, Ocean winds blow on the land. 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 take down the chains. Metal motion comes in bursts, 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 [Verse] There's something solid forming in the air And 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 | Echoes of the Broadway Everglades With our mythical madonnas Still walking in their shades Lenny Bruce declares a truce And plays his other hand Marshall McLuhan, casual viewing 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" A 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 knows, 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: [Verse 1] Wrapped up in some powdered wool I guess I'm losing touch Don't tell me this is dying Cause I ain't changed that much The only sound is water drops I wonder where the hell I am Some kind of jam? [Chorus] Cuckoo cocoon Have I come to, too soon for you? [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Cuckoo cocoon Have I come to, too soon for you? [Verse 3] 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? [Chorus] 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. (------He wakes in a cold sweat with a strong urge to vomit. There's no sign of the cocoon and he can see more of the cave about him. There is much more of the glowing water dripping from the roof And stalactites and stalagmites are forming and decomposing at an alarming rate all around him) 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! (---- As fear and shock register, he assures himself that self-control will provide some security, But this thought is abandoned as the stalactites and stalagmites lock into a fixed position, Forming a cage whose bars are moving in towards him) 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 wrenching In the cage Get me out of the cage! (----At one moment there is a flash of light and he sees an infinite network of cages all strung together by a rope like material) 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. (----As the rocky bars press in on Rael's body, he sees his brother John outside, looking in. John's face is motionless despite screams for help, But in his vacant expression a tear of blood forms and trickles down his cheek. Then he calmly walks away leaving Rael to face the pains which are beginning to sweep through his body) 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, 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. (----However, just as John walks out of sight, the cage dissolves and Rael is left spinning like a top) 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...)

Narrative (from inside the album jacket) before i disclose the lyrics: (When all this revolution is over, he sits down on a highly polished floor while his dizziness fades away. It is an empty modern hallway and the dreamdoll saleslady sits at the reception desk. Without prompting she goes into her rap: "This is the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, those you are about to see are all in for servicing, except for a small quantity of our new product, in the second gallery. It is all the stock required to cover the existing arrangements of the enterprise. Different batches are distributed to area operators, and there are plenty of opportunities for the large investor. They stretch from the costly care-conditioned to the most reasonable mal-nutritioned. We find here that everyone's looks become them. Except for the low market mal-nutritioned, each is provided with a guarantee for a successful birth and trouble free infancy. There is however only a small amount of variable choice potential - not too far from the mean differential. You see, the roof has predetermined the limits of action of any group of packages, but individuals may move off the path if their diversions are counter-balanced by others.") Lyrics: "It's the last great adventure left to mankind" - Screams a drooping lady offering her dream dolls 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 - I 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 recognize some of the production line, No bite at all in labor bondage, Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage. Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - All ready to use it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - I just need a fuse. As he wanders along the line of packages, Rael notices a familiarity in some of their faces. He finally comes upon some of the members of his old gang and worries about his own safety. Running out through the factory floor, he catches sight of his brother John with a number 9 stamped on his forehead. 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 fail safe superlative, Brother John is No. 9. it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - All ready to use it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - I 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 have to pay, pay my way, for the Grand Parade it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - All ready to use it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging - I just need a fuse.

Lyrics: 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 ("Only after a spell in pontiac reformatory was he given any respect in the gang") 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, 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 ("Now, walking back home after a raid, he was cuddling a sleeping porcupine 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") 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! Off we go.. Your 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 the streets with your mainline connection? Connection 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!

"Hairless Heart" 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" The palpitating cherry-red organ was returned to its rightful place and began to beat faster as it led our hero, counting out time, through his first romantic encounter. I'm counting out time, Got the whole thing down by numbers. All those numbers! Give me 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. I studied every line, every page in the book, 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, 'cause 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." Erogenous 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, dilation of the pupils. "Honey get hip! It's time to unzip, to unzip, zip, zip-a-zip-a-zip. Whipee!" (Take it away Mr. Guitar) 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, what would a poor boy do? Without you, mankind handkinds through' the blues.

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 room 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 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 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 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 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 mannequin 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" "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" "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" "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out" The carpet crawlers heed their callers, "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out"

[Verse 1] At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people Running around to all the doors They try to find, find themselves an audience Their deductions need applause [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] I need someone to believe in, someone to trust I need someone to believe in, someone to trust [Verse 2] I'd rather trust a countryman than a town man 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 [Bridge] 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, back here again I've got to find my own way [Verse 3] The priest and the magician Singing all the chants that they have ever heard And they're all calling out my name Even academics, searching printed word [Pre-Chorus] My father to the left of me My mother to the right Like everyone else they're pointing But nowhere feels quite right [Chorus] And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust I need someone to believe in, someone to trust [Verse 4] 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 choose a side He won't take me for a ride [Outro] Back inside This chamber of so many doors; I've nowhere, 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

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 through the door, the woman leads Rael down the tunnel. The light of the chamber soon fades and despite her confident step Rael often stumbles in the darkness. After a long walk they arrive in what Rael judges to be a big round cave, and she speaks a second time asking him to sit down. It feels like a cold stone throne. "Rael, sit here. They will come for you soon. Don't be afraid." And failing to explain any more she walks off. He faces his fear once again. 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. A tunnel is lit up to the left of him, and he begins to shake. As it grows brighter, he hears a non-metallic whirring sound. The light is getting painfully bright, reflecting as white off the walls until his vision is lost in a sort of snow blindness. She leaves me in my darkness, I have to face, face my fear, And the darkness closes in on me, I can hear a whirring sound growing 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.

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Anyway All the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart, This is the one for me, Time to meet the chef, O boy! 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 earth - 'how wonderful to be so profound, when everything you are is dying underground.' "There's not much spectacle for an underground creole as he walks through the gates of Sheol. "I would have preferred to have been jettisoned into a thousand pieces in space, or filled with helium and floated above a mausoleum. This is no way to pay my last subterranean homesick dues. Anyway I'm out of the hands of any pervert embalmer doing his interpretation of what I should look like, stuffing his cotton wool in my cheeks." 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 its "Good morning Rael So sorry you had to wait. It won't be long, yeh! She's very rarely late." Exhausted by all this conjecture, our hero gets the chance in a lifetime to meet his hero: Death. Death is wearing a light disguise, he made the outfit himself. He calls it the "Supernatural Anaesthetist." Death likes meeting people and wants to travel. Death approaches Rael with his special cannister, releases a puff, and appears to walk away content into the wall. 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.

Rael touches his face to confirm that he is still alive. He writes Death off as an illusion, but notices a thick musky scent hanging in the air. He moves to the corner where the scent is stronger, discovering a crack in the rubble through which it is entering. He tries to shift the stones and eventually clears a hole large enough to crawl out of. The perfume is even stronger on the other side and he sets off to find its source, with a new-found energy. He finally reaches a very ornate pink-water pool. It is lavishly decorated with gold fittings. The walls around the pool are covered with a maroon velvet up which honeysuckle is growing. From out of the mist on the water comes a series of ripples. Three snakelike creatures are swimming towards Rael. Each reptilian creature has the diminutive head and breasts of a beautiful woman. His horror gives way to infatuation as their soft green eyes show their welcome. The Lamia invite him to taste the sweet water and he is quick to enter the pool. As soon as he swallows some liquid, a pale blue luminescence drips off from his skin. The Lamia lick the liquid; very gently as they begin, with each new touch, he feels the need to give more and more. They knead his flesh until his bones appear to melt, and at a point at which he feels he cannot go beyond, they nibble at his body. Taking in the first drops of his blood, their eyes blacken and their bodies are shaken. Distraught with helpless passion he watches as his lovers die. In a desperate attempt to bring what is left of them into his being, he takes and eats their bodies, and struggles to leave his lovers' nest. The Lamia (lyrics) 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 flavors 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.

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I wandered lonely as a cloud, Till I came upon this dirty street. I've never seen a stranger crowd; Slubberdegullions on squeaky feet, Continually pacing, With nonchalant embracing, Each orifice disgracing And one facing me moves to say "hellay". He is grotesque in every feature, a mixture of ugly lumps and stumps. His lips slip across his chin as he smiles in welcome and offers his slippery handshake. His skin`s all covered in slimy lumps. With lips that slide across each chin. His twisted limbs like rubber stumps Are waved in welcome say `Please join in.` My grip must be flipping, 'Cause his handshake keeps slipping, My hopes keep on dipping And his lips keep on smiling all the time. Rael is a little disillusioned, When the Slipperman reveals that the entire colony have one-by-one been through The same glorious romantic tragedy with the same three Lamia, Who regenerate themselves every time, And that now Rael shares their physical appearance and shadowy fate. "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." Amongst the contorted faces of the Slippermen, Rael recognizes what is left of his brother John. T Hey hug each other. A Visit To The Doktor John bitterly explains that the entire life of the Slipperman Is devoted to satisfying the never-ending hunger of the senses, Which has been inherited from the Lamia. There is only one escape route; a dreaded visit to the notorious Doktor Dyper Who will remove the source of the problems, or to put it less politely, castrate. They discuss the deceptively-named escape for a long time And decide to go together to visit the Doktor. "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" John and I are able To face the Doktor and his marble table. The Doktor: Understand Rael, that`s the end of your tail. Rael: "Don`t delay, dock the dick!" I watch his countdown timer tick.... The Raven They survive the ordeal and are presented with the offensive weapons in sterile yellow plastic tubes, with gold chains. "People usually wear them around their necks, " said the Doktor handing them over. "The operation does not necessarily exclude use of the facility again, for short periods, but of course when you want it you must provide us with considerable advance warning." He places the number into a tube, It`s a yellow plastic "shoobedoobe". It says: "Though your fingers may tickle You`ll be safe in our pickle." As the brothers talk themselves through their new predicament, a big black raven flies into the cave, swoops down, grabs Rael`s tube right out of his hands and carries it up into the air in his beak. Suddenly, black cloud come down from the sky. It`s a supersized 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 take the tube right out of my hands Man, I`ve got to find out where that black bird lands. Rael calls for John to go with him. And he replies "I will not chase a black raven. Down here you must read and obey the omens. There`s disaster where the raven flies." "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." So once more John deserts his brother. Rael: He walks away and leaves me once again. Even though I never learn, I`d hoped he`d show just some concern. The bird leads Rael down a narrow tunnel, he seems to be allowing him to keep at a closed distance. But as Rael thinks he might almost catch hold of the bird, the tunnel opens and finishes at an enormous subterranean ravine. Casually, the raven drops his precious load into the rushing waters at the bottom. It`s enough to drive a poor boy ravin` mad. Seeing the dangers of the steep cliff, our courageous hero stands impotent and glowers. I`m in the 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 that I`ve got. He leads me down an underpass Though it narrows, he still flies very fast, When the tunnel stops Catch sight of the tube, just as it drops. I`m on top of a bank too steep to climb I see it hit the water just in time To watch it float away...

Ravine: (Instrumental) The Light Dies Down on Broadway: 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 the 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: 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. Evil Knievel you got nothing on me. Here I go!