The Carpet Crawlers


Written by Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford
From Genesis album: The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway, 1974

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{comment:Written by Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford}

{comment:Intro:}
   [Emaj7]   There is lamb[A6]swool under my naked fee[Emaj7]t.
[A6]
The wool[F#m6] is soft and warm,
- gives off [C#]some kind of heat.
A sala[C#m]-mander[Dmaj7] scurries[C#m]     into [Dmaj7]flame to be de-
[C#m]stroyed. [Dmaj7]            [C#m]          [Dmaj7]
 Imag[Dmaj7]i- nary c[Bm7]reature[Dmaj7]s   are tra[Bm7]pped in birt[Amaj7]h
on cellu-
 -loid[Emaj7].         [A6]           [Emaj7]          [A6]
The flea[F#m6]s cling to the golden fleece,
 Hopi[C#]ng they'll find peace.
Each thou[C#m]ght and[Dmaj7] gesture [C#m]    are c[Dmaj7]aught in
cellu-[C#m]loid.     [Dmaj7]         [C#m]         [Dmaj7]
There's no  [Dmaj7]   hiding[Bm7] in my memory. [Dmaj7]         [Bm7]
There's no r[Dmaj7sus4]oom   to a -  void.       [D]

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The  [D] crawlers cover the [Em]  floor in the red ochre [D]  corridor.
For my second sight of peop[Em]le, they've more lifeblood than be-fore.
[D]
They're moving in time[Em] to a heavy wooden door,    [D]
Where the needle's eye is wink[Em]ing, closing in on the poor.

{start_of_chorus}
The  carpet [F#m7]crawlers heed their callers:
  "We[A]'ve got to get in to get out____  [G]
__ We[A]'ve got to get in to get out____  [G]
_____[D/F#] We've got to[D] get in   to get ou[C]t._____"   [Em/B]
[D]
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 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.
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{comment:(Chorus)}

 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.

{comment:(Chorus)}

 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 out through the crack,
 And the tickler takes his stickleback.

{comment:(Chorus)}

Got to get in (got to get out) (X 4)

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