Ray Wilson - The Carpet Crawlers

SWR1 Kopfhörer live: Ray Wilson
Das englische "Classic Rock Magazin" zeichnet Ray Wilson als einen der besten Sänger Großbritanniens aus. Am 22. März 2017 gab Wilson ein Konzert im SWR-Fernsehstudio in Baden-Baden.
The Carpet Crawlers ( Original Genesis )
Songtext:
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 my memory
There's no room to void

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. They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in 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


There's only one direction in the faces that I see
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing that 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

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
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack
The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the 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.