Lyrics Carpet Crawlers - Mark Kozelek
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.
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1 I
2 Like Rats
3 Free-for-All
4 Young Girls
5 Right Back Where We Started From
6 Time Is Love
7 Silly Girl
8 Onward
9 Carpet Crawlers
10 13
11 Green Hell
12 I Killed Mommy
13 I Got You Babe
14 Silly Girl (Live)
15 I Killed Mommy (Live)
16 Young Girls (Live)
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