Mark Kozelek - Carpet Crawlers Lyrics

He returns from his mixed-up memories to
The passage he was previously
Stuck in this time he discovers
A long carpeted corridor
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 avoid
The walls are painted in red ocher
And are marked by strange insignia, some
Looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds
And boats further down the corridor
He can see some people all kneeling
Broken sighs and murmurs they struggle
In their slow motion to move
Towards a wooden door at
The end having seen only the inanimate bodies
In the grand parade of lifeless packaging
Rael rushe talk to them
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 in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needles eye is winking
Closing in on the poor
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
What's going on? he cries
To a muttering monk
Who conceals a yawn and replies it's
A long time yet before
The dawn a sphinx-like crawler calls
His name saying don k him
The monk is drunk each one of us
Is trying to reach the top of
The stairs, a way out will await us there
Not asking how he can move freely
Our hero goes boldly through the door
D a table loaded with food
Is a spiral staircase going
Up into the ceiling
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 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
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
We've got to get in to get out
The porcelain manikin with shattered
Skin fears attack
The eager pack lift up their pitchers
- they 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
We've got to get in to get out

He returns from his mixed-up memories to
The passage he was previously
Stuck in this time he discovers
A long carpeted corridor
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 avoid
The walls are painted in red ocher
And are marked by strange insignia, some
Looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds
And boats further down the corridor
He can see some people all kneeling
Broken sighs and murmurs they struggle
In their slow motion to move
Towards a wooden door at
The end having seen only the inanimate bodies
In the grand parade of lifeless packaging
Rael rushe talk to them
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 in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needles eye is winking
Closing in on the poor
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
What's going on? he cries
To a muttering monk
Who conceals a yawn and replies it's
A long time yet before
The dawn a sphinx-like crawler calls
His name saying don k him
The monk is drunk each one of us
Is trying to reach the top of
The stairs, a way out will await us there
Not asking how he can move freely
Our hero goes boldly through the door
D a table loaded with food
Is a spiral staircase going
Up into the ceiling
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 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
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
We've got to get in to get out
The porcelain manikin with shattered
Skin fears attack
The eager pack lift up their pitchers
- they 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
We've got to get in to get out