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With the first drop of my blood in their veins\n  start_ms: 214930\n  end_ms: 218790\n- text: Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains\n  start_ms: 218790\n  end_ms: 222050\n- text: The fairest cries \"We all have loved you Rael\"\n  start_ms: 222050\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: Each empty snakelike body floats\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234920\n- text: Silent sorrow in empty boats\n  start_ms: 234920\n  end_ms: 240580\n- text: A sickly sourness fills the room\n  start_ms: 240580\n  end_ms: 245170\n- text: The bitter harvest of a dying bloom\n  start_ms: 245170\n  end_ms: 250200\n- text: Looking for motion I know I will not find\n  start_ms: 250200\n  end_ms: 256920\n- text: I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined\n  start_ms: 256920\n  end_ms: 267000\n- text: '\"Oh Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food\"'\n  start_ms: 267000\n  end_ms: 275130\n- text: '\"It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers\"'\n  start_ms: 275130\n  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must be near\n  He finds a long passageway\n  Lit by chandelier\n\n  Each step he takes, the perfumes change\n  From familiar fragrance to flavors strange\n  A magnificent chamber\n  Meets his eye\n\n  Inside, a long rose-water pool\n  Is shrouded by fine mist\n  Stepping in the moist silence\n  With a warm breeze he's gently kissed\n\n  Thinking he is quite alone\n  He enters the room as if it were his own\n  But ripples on the sweet pink water\n  Reveal some company unthought of\n\n  Rael stands astonished doubting his sight\n  Struck by beauty, gripped in fright\n  Three vermilion snakes of female face\n  The smallest motion, filled with grace\n\n  Muted melodies fill the echoing hall\n  But there is no sign of warnin\n  In the siren's call\n\n  \"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool\"\n  \"We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool\"\n\n  Putting fear beside him\n  He trusts in beauty blind\n  He slips into the nectar\n  Leaving his shredded clothes behind\n\n  With their tongues, they test, taste and judge\n  All that is mine\n  They move in a series of caresses\n  That glide up and down my spine\n\n  As they nibble the fruit of my flesh\n  I feel no pain\n  Only a magic\n  That a name would stain\n\n  With the first drop of my blood in their veins\n  Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains\n  The fairest cries \"We all have loved you Rael\"\n\n  Each empty snakelike body floats\n  Silent sorrow in empty boats\n  A sickly sourness fills the room\n  The bitter harvest of a dying bloom\n\n  Looking for motion I know I will not find\n  I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined\n\n  \"Oh Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food\"\n  \"It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers\"\n\n  Looking behind me\n  The water turns icy blue\n  The lights are dimmed\n  And once again the stage is set for you\n"},{"id":21078297,"name":"In The Rapids (Live)","trackName":"In The Rapids 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the water\n[00:24.31] John is drifting out of sight\n[00:27.46] It's only at the turning point\n[00:31.35] That you find out how to fight\n[00:37.05] In the cold, feel the cold\n[00:39.97] All around\n[00:44.97] And the rush of crashing water\n[00:49.15] Surround us with it's sound\n[00:54.78] Striking out to reach you\n[00:58.47] I can't get through to the other side\n[01:02.98] When you're racing in the rapids\n[01:06.43] There's only one way, that's to ride\n[01:12.54] Taken down, taken down\n[01:15.08] By the undertow\n[01:20.17] I'm spiraled down the river bed\n[01:25.13] My fire is burning low\n[01:29.68] Catching hold of a rock that's firm\n[01:33.63] I'm waiting for John to be carried past\n[01:38.67] We hold together, hold together\n[01:42.70] And shoot the rapids fast\n[01:48.37] And when the waters slow down\n[01:52.94] The dark and the deep\n[01:56.27] Have no, no one, no one, no one\n[02:00.36] No one left to keep\n[02:05.61] Hang on John, we're out of this at last\n[02:12.40] Something's changed, that's not your face\n[02:17.23] It's mine, it's mine!\n[02:20.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In The Rapids (Live)\n  artist: Genesis\n  album: The Lamia (Live)\n  duration_ms: 126147\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Moving down the water\n  start_ms: 19770\n  end_ms: 24310\n- text: John is drifting out of sight\n  start_ms: 24310\n  end_ms: 27460\n- text: It's only at the turning point\n  start_ms: 27460\n  end_ms: 31350\n- text: That you find out how to fight\n  start_ms: 31350\n  end_ms: 37050\n- text: In the cold, feel the cold\n  start_ms: 37050\n  end_ms: 39970\n- text: All around\n  start_ms: 39970\n  end_ms: 44970\n- text: And the rush of crashing water\n  start_ms: 44970\n  end_ms: 49150\n- text: Surround us with it's sound\n  start_ms: 49150\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: Striking out to reach you\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 58470\n- text: I can't get through to the other side\n  start_ms: 58470\n  end_ms: 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left to keep\n  start_ms: 120360\n  end_ms: 125610\n- text: Hang on John, we're out of this at last\n  start_ms: 125610\n  end_ms: 132400\n- text: Something's changed, that's not your face\n  start_ms: 132400\n  end_ms: 137230\n- text: It's mine, it's mine!\n  start_ms: 137230\n  end_ms: 140320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 140320\nplain: |-\n  Moving down the water\n  John is drifting out of sight\n  It's only at the turning point\n  That you find out how to fight\n\n  In the cold, feel the cold\n  All around\n  And the rush of crashing water\n  Surround us with it's sound\n\n  Striking out to reach you\n  I can't get through to the other side\n  When you're racing in the rapids\n  There's only one way, that's to ride\n\n  Taken down, taken down\n  By the undertow\n  I'm spiraled down the river bed\n  My fire is burning low\n\n  Catching hold of a rock that's firm\n  I'm waiting for John to be carried past\n  We hold together, hold together\n  And shoot the rapids fast\n\n  And when the waters slow down\n  The dark and the deep\n  Have no, no one, no one, no one\n  No one left to keep\n\n  Hang on John, we're out of this at last\n  Something's changed, that's not your face\n  It's mine, it's mine!\n"},{"id":19931123,"name":"The Musical Box (Live)","trackName":"The Musical Box (Live)","artistName":"Genesis","albumName":"The Lamia (Live)","duration":660.666667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Play me Old King Cole\nThat I may join with you\nAll your hearts now seem so far from me\nIt hardly seems to matter now\n\nAnd the nurse will tell you lies\nOf a kingdom beyond the skies\nBut I am lost within this half-world\nIt hardly seems to matter now\n\nPlay me my song\nHere it comes again\nPlay me my song\nHere it comes again\n\nJust a little bit\nJust a little bit more time\nTime left to live out my life\n\nPlay me my song\nHere it comes again\nPlay me my song\nHere it comes again\n\nOld King Cole was a merry old soul\nAnd a merry old soul was he\nSo he called for his pipe\nAnd he called for his bowl\nAnd he called for his fiddlers three\n\nThe clock, tick tock\nOn the mantelpiece\nAnd I want\nAnd I feel\nAnd I know\nAnd I touch\nThe wall\n\nShe's a lady, she's got time\nBrush back your hair\nAnd let me get to know your face\n\nShe's a lady, she is mine\nBrush back your hair\nAnd let me get to know your flesh\n\nI've been waiting here for so long\nAnd all the time that passed me by\nIt doesn't seem to matter now\n\nYou stand there with your fixed expression\nCasting doubt on all I have to say\nWhy don't you touch me, touch me\nWhy don't you touch me, touch me\nTouch me now, now, now, now, now\nNow, now, now, now, now\nNow, now, now, now, now\nNow, now, now, now, now ...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Musical Box (Live)\n  artist: Genesis\n  album: The Lamia (Live)\n  duration_ms: 660667\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Play me Old King Cole\n  That I may join with you\n  All your hearts now seem so far from me\n  It hardly seems to matter now\n\n  And the nurse will tell you lies\n  Of a kingdom beyond the skies\n  But I am lost within this half-world\n  It hardly seems to matter now\n\n  Play me my song\n  Here it comes again\n  Play me my song\n  Here it comes again\n\n  Just a little bit\n  Just a little bit more time\n  Time left to live out my life\n\n  Play me my song\n  Here it comes again\n  Play me my song\n  Here it comes again\n\n  Old King Cole was a merry old soul\n  And a merry old soul was he\n  So he called for his pipe\n  And he called for his bowl\n  And he called for his fiddlers three\n\n  The clock, tick tock\n  On the mantelpiece\n  And I want\n  And I feel\n  And I know\n  And I touch\n  The wall\n\n  She's a lady, she's got time\n  Brush back your hair\n  And let me get to know your face\n\n  She's a lady, she is mine\n  Brush back your hair\n  And let me get to know your flesh\n\n  I've been waiting here for so long\n  And all the time that passed me by\n  It doesn't seem to matter now\n\n  You stand there with your fixed expression\n  Casting doubt on all I have to say\n  Why don't you touch me, touch me\n  Why don't you touch me, touch me\n  Touch me now, now, now, now, now\n  Now, now, now, now, now\n  Now, now, now, now, now\n  Now, now, now, now, now ...\n"},{"id":15544970,"name":"The Waiting Room (Live)","trackName":"The Waiting Room (Live)","artistName":"Genesis","albumName":"The Lamia (Live)","duration":345.666667,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Waiting Room (Live)\n  artist: Genesis\n  album: The Lamia (Live)\n  duration_ms: 345667\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":22117692,"name":"In The Cage (Live)","trackName":"In The Cage (Live)","artistName":"Genesis","albumName":"The Lamia (Live)","duration":437.44,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I have sunshine in my stomach\nLike I just rocked my baby to sleep\nI have sunshine in my stomach\nAnd I can't keep me from creeping sleep\nSleep, deep in the deep\nRockface moves to press my skin\nWhite liquids turn sour within\nTurn fast-turn sour\nTurn sweat-turn sour\nMust tell myself that I'm not here\nI'm drowning in a liquid fear\nBottled in a strong compression\nMy distortion shows obsession\nIn the cave\nGet me out of this cave!\nIf I keep my self-control\nI'll be safe in my soul\nAnd the childhood belief\nBrings a moment's relief\nBut my cynic soon returns\nAnd the lifeboat burns\nMy spirit just never learns\nStalactites, stalagmites\nShut me in, lock me tight\nLips are dry, throat is dry\nFeel like burning, stomach churning\nI'm dressed up in a white costume\nPadding out leftover room\nBody stretching, feel the wretching\nIn the cage\nGet me out of this cage!\nIn the glare of a light\nI see a strange kind of sight;\nOf cages joined to form a star\nEach person can't go very far;\nAll tied to their things\nThey are netted by their strings\nFree to flutter in memories of their wasted wings\nOutside the cage I see my Brother John\nHe turns his head so slowly round\nI cry out help! before he can be gone\nAnd he looks at me without a sound\nAnd I shout 'John please help me!'\nBut he does not even want to try to speak\nI'm helpless in my violent rage\nAnd a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek\nAnd I watch him turn away and leave the cage\nMy little runaway\nIn a trap, feel a strap\nHolding still. Pinned for kill\nChances narrow that I'll make it\nIn the cushioned straight-jacket\nJust like 22nd Street\nWhen they got me by my neck and feet\nPressures building, can't take any more\nMy headaches charge. My earaches roar\nIn the pain\nGet me out of this pain\nIf I could change to liquid\nI could fill the cracks up in the rock\nBut I know that I am solid\nAnd I am my own bad luck\nBut outside John disappears and my cage dissolves\nAnd without any reason my body revolves\nKeep on turning\nKeep on turning\nTurning around\nSpinning around","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In The Cage (Live)\n  artist: Genesis\n  album: The Lamia (Live)\n  duration_ms: 437440\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I have sunshine in my stomach\n  Like I just rocked my baby to sleep\n  I have sunshine in my stomach\n  And I can't keep me from creeping sleep\n  Sleep, deep in the deep\n  Rockface moves to press my skin\n  White liquids turn sour within\n  Turn fast-turn sour\n  Turn sweat-turn sour\n  Must tell myself that I'm not here\n  I'm drowning in a liquid fear\n  Bottled in a strong compression\n  My distortion shows obsession\n  In the cave\n  Get me out of this cave!\n  If I keep my self-control\n  I'll be safe in my soul\n  And the childhood belief\n  Brings a moment's relief\n  But my cynic soon returns\n  And the lifeboat burns\n  My spirit just never learns\n  Stalactites, stalagmites\n  Shut me in, lock me tight\n  Lips are dry, throat is dry\n  Feel like burning, stomach churning\n  I'm dressed up in a white costume\n  Padding out leftover room\n  Body stretching, feel the wretching\n  In the cage\n  Get me out of this cage!\n  In the glare of a light\n  I see a strange kind of sight;\n  Of cages joined to form a star\n  Each person can't go very far;\n  All tied to their things\n  They are netted by their strings\n  Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings\n  Outside the cage I see my Brother John\n  He turns his head so slowly round\n  I cry out help! before he can be gone\n  And he looks at me without a sound\n  And I shout 'John please help me!'\n  But he does not even want to try to speak\n  I'm helpless in my violent rage\n  And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek\n  And I watch him turn away and leave the cage\n  My little runaway\n  In a trap, feel a strap\n  Holding still. Pinned for kill\n  Chances narrow that I'll make it\n  In the cushioned straight-jacket\n  Just like 22nd Street\n  When they got me by my neck and feet\n  Pressures building, can't take any more\n  My headaches charge. My earaches roar\n  In the pain\n  Get me out of this pain\n  If I could change to liquid\n  I could fill the cracks up in the rock\n  But I know that I am solid\n  And I am my own bad luck\n  But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves\n  And without any reason my body revolves\n  Keep on turning\n  Keep on turning\n  Turning around\n  Spinning around\n"},{"id":37341937,"name":"The Carpet Crawlers (Live)","trackName":"The Carpet Crawlers (Live)","artistName":"Genesis","albumName":"The Lamia (Live)","duration":343.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"There is lamb's wool under my naked feet\nThe wool is soft and warm\nGives off some kind of heat\nA salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed\nImaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid\nThe fleas cling to the golden fleece\nHoping they'll find peace\nEach thought and gesture are caught in celluloid\nThere's no hiding in memory\nThere's no room to avoid\n\nThe crawlers cover the floor\nIn the red 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out\nWe've gotta get in to get out\nWe've gotta get in to get out\n\nThe porcelain mannequin\nWith shattered skin fears attack\nAnd the eager pack lift up their pitchers\nThey carry all they lack\nThe liquid has congealed\nWhich has seeped out through the crack\nAnd the tickler takes his stickleback\nThe carpet crawlers heed their callers\nWe've gotta get in to get out\nWe've gotta get in to get out\nWe've gotta get in to get out\n\nWe've got to get in to get out\nWe've got to get in to get out\nWe've got to get in to get out\nWe've got to get in to get out\nWe've got to get in to get out\nWe've got to get in to get out\nWe've got to get in to get out\nWe've got to get in to get out\n\nThe carpet crawlers heed their callers","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Carpet Crawlers (Live)\n  artist: Genesis\n  album: The Lamia (Live)\n  duration_ms: 342547\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  There is lamb's wool under my naked feet\n  The wool is soft and warm\n  Gives off some kind of heat\n  A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed\n  Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid\n  The fleas cling to the golden fleece\n  Hoping they'll find peace\n  Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid\n  There's no hiding in memory\n  There's no room to avoid\n\n  The crawlers cover the floor\n  In the red ocher corridor\n  For my second sight of people\n  They've more life blood than before\n  They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door\n  Where the needle's eye is winking\n  Closing on the poor\n  The carpet crawlers heed their callers\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n\n  There's only one direction\n  In the faces that I see\n  It's upward to the ceiling\n  Where the chamber's said to be\n  Like the forest fight for sunlight\n  That takes root in every tree\n  They are pulled up by the magnet\n  Believing they're free\n  The carpet crawlers heed their callers\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n\n  Mild-mannered supermen\n  Are held in kryptonite\n  And the wise and foolish virgins\n  Giggle with their bodies glowing bright\n  Through the door a harvest feast\n  Is lit by candlelight\n  It's the bottom of a staircase\n  That spirals out of sight\n  The carpet crawlers heed their callers\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n\n  The porcelain mannequin\n  With shattered skin fears attack\n  And the eager pack lift up their pitchers\n  They carry all they lack\n  The liquid has congealed\n  Which has seeped out through the crack\n  And the tickler takes his stickleback\n  The carpet crawlers heed their callers\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n  We've gotta get in to get out\n\n  We've got to get in to get out\n  We've got to get in to get out\n  We've got to get in to get out\n  We've got to get in to get out\n  We've got to get in to get out\n  We've got to get in to get out\n  We've got to get in to get out\n  We've got to get in to get out\n\n  The carpet crawlers heed their callers\n"},{"id":21409646,"name":"The Colony Of Slippermen (Live)","trackName":"The Colony Of Slippermen (Live)","artistName":"Genesis","albumName":"The Lamia (Live)","duration":486.68,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, three, four\n\nI wandered lonely as a cloud\nTill I came upon this dirty street\nI've never seen a stranger crowd\nSlubberdegullions on squeaky feet\nContinually pacing with nonchalant embracing\nEach orifice disgracing\nOne facing me moves to say, \"Hellay\"\n\nHis skin's all covered in slimy lumps\nWith lips that slide across each chin\nHis twisted limbs like rubber stumps\nAre waved in welcome, say, \"Please join in\"\nMy grip must be flipping\n'Cause his handshake keeps slipping\nMy hopes keep on dipping\nAnd his lips keep on smiling all the time\n\n\"We, like you, have tasted love\nDon't be alarmed at what you see\nYou yourself are just the same\nAs what you see in me\"\n\n\"Me? Like you? Like that?\"\n\n\"You better watch it, son\nYour sentence has only just begun\nYou better run and join your brother John\"\n\n\"You're in the colony of Slippermen!\nThere's no who, why, what, or when?\nYou get out if you've got the gripe\nTo see Doctor Dyper, reformed sniper\nHe'll whip off your windscreen wiper\"\nJohn and I are able to face the Doctor and his marble table\nHe said, \"Understand Rael, that's the end of your tail\"\nI said, \"Don't delay, dock the dick!\"\nI watch his countdown timer tick\n\nHe places the number into a tube\nIt's a yellow plastic Shoobedoobe\nIt says, \"Though your fingers may tickle\nYou'll be safe in our pickle\"\nSuddenly, black cloud come down from the sky\nIt's a supersized blackbird that sure can fly!\n\nThe Raven brings on darkness and night\nHe flies right down, gives me one hell of a fright\nHe take the tube right out of my hands\nMan, I got to find out where that black bird lands\n\n\"Look here John, I got to run\nI need you now, you going to come?\"\nHe says to me, \"Now can't you see?\nWhere the Raven flies, there's jeopardy\n\"We've been cured on the couch\nNow you're sick with your grouch\nI'll not risk my honey pouch\nWhich my slouch will wear slung very low\"\n\nHe walks away and leaves me once again\nEven though I never learn\nI'd hoped he'd show just some concern\n\nI'm in the agony of Slipper pain\nPray my undercarriage will sustain\nThe chase is on, the pace is hot\nBut I'm running so very hard with everything that I've got\nHe leads me down an underpass\nThough it narrows, he still flies very fast\nWhen the tunnel stops\nI catch sight of the tube, just as it drops\nI'm on top of a bank too steep to climb\nI see it hit the water\n\nJust in time to watch it float away\nTo watch it float away\nTo watch it float away\nTo watch it float away\n\nTo watch it float away\nTo watch it float away\nTo watch it float away\nTo watch it float away\n\nTo watch it float away\nTo watch it float away\nTo watch it float away","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Colony Of Slippermen (Live)\n  artist: Genesis\n  album: The Lamia (Live)\n  duration_ms: 486680\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One, two, three, four\n\n  I wandered lonely as a cloud\n  Till I came upon this dirty street\n  I've never seen a stranger crowd\n  Slubberdegullions on squeaky feet\n  Continually pacing with nonchalant embracing\n  Each orifice disgracing\n  One facing me moves to say, \"Hellay\"\n\n  His skin's all covered in slimy lumps\n  With lips that slide across each chin\n  His twisted limbs like rubber stumps\n  Are waved in welcome, say, \"Please join in\"\n  My grip must be flipping\n  'Cause his handshake keeps slipping\n  My hopes keep on dipping\n  And his lips keep on smiling all the time\n\n  \"We, like you, have tasted love\n  Don't be alarmed at what you see\n  You yourself are just the same\n  As what you see in me\"\n\n  \"Me? Like you? 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I'm not your kind.\nI'm Rael!\nSomething inside me has just begun,\nLord knows what I have done,\nAnd the lamb lies down on Broadway.\nOn Broadway-\nThey say the lights are always bright on Broadway.\nThey say there's always magic in the air.","syncedLyrics":"[00:45.20] And the lamb lies down on Broadway.\n[01:04.54] Early morning Manhattan,\n[01:08.13] Ocean winds blow on the land.\n[01:11.98] The Movie-Palace is now undone,\n[01:15.19] The all-night watchmen have had their fun.\n[01:19.00] Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,\n[01:22.41] It's the same old ending-time to go.\n[01:26.12] Get out!\n[01:30.02] It seems they cannot leave their dream.\n[01:33.50] There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,\n[01:36.69] And the lamb lies down on Broadway.\n[01:51.56] Nightime's flyers feel their pains.\n[01:55.67] Drugstore takes down the chains.\n[01:59.25] Metal motion comes in bursts,\n[02:02.51] But the gas station can quench that thirst.\n[02:06.28] Suspension cracked on unmade road\n[02:09.82] The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'\n[02:14.32] And out on the subway,\n[02:17.25] Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid\n[02:20.64] Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,\n[02:23.81] And the lamb lies down on Broadway.\n[02:34.95] The lamb seems right out of place,\n[02:39.39] Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face.\n[02:46.24] Somehow it's lying there,\n[02:49.17] Brings a stillness to the air.\n[02:52.66] Though man-made light, at night is very bright,\n[02:59.59] There's no whitewash victim,\n[03:03.53] As the neons dim, to the coat of white.\n[03:11.46] Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid,\n[03:15.28] Wipes his gun-he's forgotten what he did,\n[03:18.45] And the lamb lies down on Broadway.\n[03:33.76] Suzanne tired her work all done,\n[03:36.60] Thinks money-honey-be on-neon.\n[03:40.88] Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn\n[03:44.24] And the sawdust king spits out his scorn.\n[03:48.01] Wonder women draw your blind!\n[03:51.38] Don't look at me! 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start_ms: 161960\n  end_ms: 165750\n- text: He trusts in beauty blind\n  start_ms: 165750\n  end_ms: 169010\n- text: He slips into the nectar\n  start_ms: 169010\n  end_ms: 172370\n- text: Leaving his shredded clothes behind\n  start_ms: 172370\n  end_ms: 176910\n- text: With their tongues, they test, taste and judge\n  start_ms: 176910\n  end_ms: 181330\n- text: All that is mine\n  start_ms: 181330\n  end_ms: 184440\n- text: They move in a series of caresses\n  start_ms: 184440\n  end_ms: 188140\n- text: That glide up and down my spine\n  start_ms: 188140\n  end_ms: 191510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 191510\n  end_ms: 200320\n- text: As they nibble the fruit of my flesh\n  start_ms: 200320\n  end_ms: 203750\n- text: I feel no pain\n  start_ms: 203750\n  end_ms: 207190\n- text: Only a magic\n  start_ms: 207190\n  end_ms: 210640\n- text: That a name would stain\n  start_ms: 210640\n  end_ms: 214960\n- text: With the first drop of my blood in their veins\n  start_ms: 214960\n  end_ms: 218750\n- text: Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains\n  start_ms: 218750\n  end_ms: 222090\n- text: The fairest cries \"We all have loved you Rael\"\n  start_ms: 222090\n  end_ms: 230220\n- text: Each empty snakelike body floats\n  start_ms: 230220\n  end_ms: 234970\n- text: Silent sorrow in empty boats\n  start_ms: 234970\n  end_ms: 240570\n- text: A sickly sourness fills the room\n  start_ms: 240570\n  end_ms: 245150\n- text: The bitter harvest of a dying bloom\n  start_ms: 245150\n  end_ms: 250170\n- text: Looking for motion I know I will not find\n  start_ms: 250170\n  end_ms: 256910\n- text: I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined\n  start_ms: 256910\n  end_ms: 267070\n- text: '\"Oh Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food\"'\n  start_ms: 267070\n  end_ms: 275140\n- text: '\"It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers\"'\n  start_ms: 275140\n  end_ms: 283080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 283080\n  end_ms: 325700\n- text: Looking behind me\n  start_ms: 325700\n  end_ms: 328970\n- text: The water turns icy blue\n  start_ms: 328970\n  end_ms: 332160\n- text: The lights are dimmed\n  start_ms: 332160\n  end_ms: 334330\n- text: And once again the stage is set for you\n  start_ms: 334330\n  end_ms: 340200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 340200\nplain: |-\n  The scent grows richer\n  He knows he must be near\n  He finds a long passageway\n  Lit by chandelier\n\n  Each step he takes, the perfumes change\n  From familiar fragrance to flavors strange\n  A magnificent chamber\n  Meets his eye\n\n  Inside, a long rose-water pool\n  Is shrouded by fine mist\n  Stepping in the moist silence\n  With a warm breeze he's gently kissed\n\n  Thinking he is quite alone\n  He enters the room as if it were his own\n  But ripples on the sweet pink water\n  Reveal some company unthought of\n\n  Rael stands astonished doubting his sight\n  Struck by beauty, gripped in fright\n  Three vermilion snakes of female face\n  The smallest motion, filled with grace\n\n  Muted melodies fill the echoing hall\n  But there is no sign of warnin\n  In the siren's call\n\n  \"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool\"\n  \"We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool\"\n\n  Putting fear beside him\n  He trusts in beauty blind\n  He slips into the nectar\n  Leaving his shredded clothes behind\n\n  With their tongues, they test, taste and judge\n  All that is mine\n  They move in a series of caresses\n  That glide up and down my spine\n\n  As they nibble the fruit of my flesh\n  I feel no pain\n  Only a magic\n  That a name would stain\n\n  With the first drop of my blood in their veins\n  Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains\n  The fairest cries \"We all have loved you Rael\"\n\n  Each empty snakelike body floats\n  Silent sorrow in empty boats\n  A sickly sourness fills the room\n  The bitter harvest of a dying bloom\n\n  Looking for motion I know I will not find\n  I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined\n\n  \"Oh Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food\"\n  \"It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers\"\n\n  Looking behind me\n  The water turns icy blue\n  The lights are dimmed\n  And once again the stage is set for you\n"}]