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Cuckoo Cocoon

(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford)

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

Rael regains consciousness in some musky half-light.
He is warmly
wrapped in some sort of cocoon. The only sound he
can hear is
dripping water which appears to be the source of a
pale flickering
light. He guesses he must be in some sort of cave - or
kooky tomb,
or catacomb, or eggshell waiting to drop from the
bone of the womb.

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
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?

Resigning himself to the unknown he drifts off into sleep.

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