29 novembro 2006

In the cage

Peter Gabriel

There’s sunshine in my stomach

Like I just rocked my baby to sleep.

There’s sunshine in my stomach

And I can’t keep me from creeping sleep,

Sleep, deep in the deep.

Rockface moves to press my skin

White liquids 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 self-control,

I’ll be safe in my soul.

And the childhood belief

Bring’s 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 this 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.

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 any more.

My headaches charge. My earaches roar.

In the 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

Keep on turning

Turning around

Spinning around.

Fonte: encarte que acompanha os LPs do álbum duplo The lamb lies down on Broadway (1974), do Genesis.

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