Peter Brian Gabriel (born 13 February 1950) is an English singer, musician, and songwriter who rose to fame as the lead vocalist and flautist of the progressive rock group Genesis. After leaving Genesis, Gabriel went on to a successful solo career. His 1986 album, So, is his most commercially successful, and the album's biggest hit, "Sledgehammer", won a record nine MTV Awards at the 1987 MTV Video Music Awards, and the song is the most played music video in the history of the station.
More recently, Gabriel has focused on producing and promoting world music and pioneering digital distribution methods for music. He has also been involved in various humanitarian efforts. Gabriel has won numerous music awards throughout his career, including three Brit Awards—winning Best British Male in 1987, six Grammy Awards, thirteen MTV Video Music Awards, and in 2007 he was honoured as a BMI Icon at the 57th annual BMI London Awards for his “influence on generations of music makers.” Gabriel was also awarded the Polar Music Prize in 2009, and was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a member of Genesis in 2010.
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 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
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 chamber's said to
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 mannikin 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
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 theyll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
Theres no hiding in my memory.
Theres no room to avoid.
The walls are painted in red ochre 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, theyve more lifeblood
than before.
Theyre 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.
Whats going on? he cries to a muttering monk, who
conceals a yawn and replies its a long time yet before
the dawn. a sphinx-like crawler calls his name saying
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.
Theres only one direction in the faces that I see;
Its upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in
every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing theyre
free.
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.
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;
Its the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of
sight.
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.
The porcelain mannikin 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:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve 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 ochre 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. With 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 rushes to 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 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
We've 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't ask 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. Behind 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 chamber's 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 mannikin 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.";