Genesis The Lamia Lyrics
The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near,
The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway Track Listing
12" Vinyl 1
1 The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway
2 Fly on a Windshield
3 Broadway Melody of 1974
4 Cuckoo Cocoon
5 In the Cage
6 The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
7 Back in N.Y.C.
8 Hairless Heart
9 Counting Out Time
10 Carpet Crawlers
11 The Chamber of 32 Doors
12" Vinyl 2
1 Lilywhite Lilith
2 The Waiting Room
4 Here Comes the Supernatural Anaesthetist
5 The Lamia
6 Silent Sorrow in Empty Boats
7 The Colony of Slippermen: Arrival / A Visit to the Doktor / Raven
9 The Light Dies Down on Broadway
10 Riding the Scree
11 In the Rapids
12" Vinyl 1
12" Vinyl 2
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier.
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavors strange.
A magnificent chamber meets his eye.
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed.
Thinking he is quite alone,
He enters the room, as if it were his own,
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of
Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Three vermilion snakes of female face,
The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,
But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call:
"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool.
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool."
Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind,
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind.
"With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine.
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine.
As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a name would stain.
With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael'."
Each empty snakelike body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room,
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Looking for motion I know I will not find,
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined
"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.
Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.
Written by: Michael Rutherford, Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins, Steven Hackett, Tony Banks
Lyrics © IMAGEM MUSIC INC