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(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford)

Archive 1967-75, 1998
The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway, 1974

He panics, feels around for a stone and hurls it at the
brightest point.
The sound of breaking glass echoes around the cave.
As his vision is
restored he catches sight of two golden gloves about
one foot in diameter
hovering away down the tunnel. When they disappear
a resounding crack
sears across the roof, and it collapses all around him.
Our hero is
rapped once again.

"This is it" he thinks, failing to move any of the fallen rocks.

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."

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