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1. "IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING" 2
1.1. 21st Century Schizoid Man 2
1.2. I Talk to the Wind 2
1.3. Epitaph 3
1.4. Moonchild 3
1.5. In the Court of the Crimson King 3
2. "IN THE WAKE OF POSEIDON" 5
2.1. Peace - a Beginning 5
2.2. Pictures of a City 5
2.3. Cadence and Cascade 5
2.4. In the Wake of Poseidon 6
2.5. Cat Food 6
2.6. Peace - an End 7
3. "LARK'S TONGUES IN ASPIC" 8
3.1. Book of Saturday 8
3.2. Exiles 8
3.3. Easy Money 9
4. "THREE OF A PERFECT PAIR" 10
4.1. Three of a perfect pair 10
4.2. Model man 10
4.3. Sleepless 11
4.4. Man with an open heart 11
4.5. Dig me 11
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** King Crimson ***.
1. "IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING"
(p) 1969
1. 21st Century Schizoid Man
2. I Talk to the Wind
3. Epitaph
4. Moonchild
5. In the Court of the Crimson King
1.1. 21st Century Schizoid Man
Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
21st century schizoid man
Blood rack barbed wire
Politician's funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
21st century schizoid man
Death seed blind man greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
21st century schizoid man
1.2. I Talk to the Wind
Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there and
I've been between
I talk to the wind
My words are carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not here
The wind cannot here
I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion disillusion
All around me
You don't possess me don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time
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1.3. Epitaph
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When everyman is turn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no-one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crowl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no-one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools
1.4. Moonchild
Call her moonchild dancing in the shallows of a river
Lonely moonchild dreaming in the shadow of a willow
Talking to the trees of the cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the night birds song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain
She's a moonchild gathering the flowers in a garden
Lovely moonchild drifting on the echoes of the hours
Sailing on the wind in a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and sick with a ghosts of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sunchild
1.5. In the Court of the Crimson King
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horisons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tun
The choir softly sing
The lullabies in the ancient tongue
For the court of the Crimson King
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The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes
The black Queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the Crimson King
The cardener plants an every green
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour
The pattern jaggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the Crimson King
On soft grey morning widows cry
The wisemen share a joke
I run to grasp divining sings
To satisfy the hoax
The yellow jester does not play
But jently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the Crimson King
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** King Crimson ***.
2. "IN THE WAKE OF POSEIDON"
(p) 1970
1. Peace-a Beginning
2. Pectures of a City
including 42nd at Treadmill
3. Cadence and Cascade
4. In the Wake of Poseidon
including Libra's Theme
5. Peace-a Theme
6. Cat Food
7. The Devil's Triangle
8. Merday Morn
9. Hand of Sceiron
10. Garden of Worm
11. Peace-an End
2.1. Peace - a Beginning
I am the ocean. Lit by the flame
I am the mountain, peace is my name
I am the river touched by the wind
I am the story, I never end
2.2. Pictures of a City
Concrete cold face cased in steel
Stark sharp glass-eyed crack and peel
Bright light scream beam break and squeal
Red white green white neon wheel
Dream flesh love chase perfumed skin
Greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin
Spice ice dance chance sicly grin
Pasteboard time slot sweat and spin
Blind stick blind drunk cannot see
Mouth dry tongue tied cannot speak
Concrete dream flesh broken shell
Lost soul lost trace lost in hell
2.3. Cadence and Cascade
Cadence and cascade kept a man named Jade
Cool in the shade while his audience played
Purred whispered 'Spend us too:
We only serve for you'.
Sliding mystiried on the wine of the tide
Stared pale-eyed as his veil fell aside
Sad paper courtesan
They found him just a man
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Caravan hotel where the sequin spell fell
Custom of the game cadence oiled in love
Licked his velvet glovet hand
Cascade kissed his name
Sad paper courtesan
They knew him just a man
2.4. In the Wake of Poseidon
Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes
Snare truth in bone and globe
Harlequins coin pointless games
Sneer jokes in parrot's robe
Itwo women weep, dame scarlet screen
Sheds sudden theatre rain
Whilst dark in dream the midnight Queen
Knows every human pain
In air, fire, earth and water
World on the scales
Air, fire, earth and water
Balance of change
World on the scales, on the scales
Bishop's kings spin judgement's blade
Scretch 'faith' on nameless graves
Harvest hags hoard ash and sand
Rack rope and chain for slaves
Who fireside fear fermented words
Then rear to spoil the feast
Whilst in the aisle the madman smiles
To him it matters least
Heroes hands draing stones for blood
To whet the scarling knife
Magi blind with visions light
Net death in dread of life
Their children kneel in Jesus till
They learn the price of nails
Whilst all around our mother earth
Waits bananced on the scales
2.5. Cat Food
Lady Supermarket with an apple in her bascet
Knocks on the manager's door
Grooning to the muzak from a speaker in a shoe rack
Lays out her goods on the floor
Everthing she's chosen in conveniently frozen
'Eat it and come back for more!'
Lady Window - shopper with a new-one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew
Croaking to a neighbour while she polished a sabre
Knows how to flavour a stew
Neved need to worry with a tin of 'hurry curry'
'Poisoned especially for you!'
No use to complaine if you're caught out in a rain
Your mother's quite insane, cat food, fat food again!
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Lady Yellow-stamper with a filled in a hamper
Dying to finish the course
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label
Drowning in miracle sauce
Don't think I am that rude
if I tell you that it's cat food
'Not even fit for a horse!'
2.6. Peace - an End
Peace is a word
Of the sea and the wind
Peace is a bird
Who sings as you smile
Peace is the love
Of a foe as a friend
Peace is the love
You bring to a child
Searching for me you look everywhere except beside you
Searching for you you look everywhere but not inside you
Peace is a stream
From the heart of a man
Peace is a man,
Whose breadth is the dawn
Peace is a dawn
On a pay without end
Peace is the end,
Like death of the war
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** King Crimson ***.
3. "LARK'S TONGUES IN ASPIC"
(p) 1973
1. Lark's Tongues in Aspic, Part One
2. Book of Saturday
3. Exiles
4. Easy Money
5. The Talking Drum
6. Lark's Tongues in Aspic, Part Two
3.1. Book of Saturday
If I only could deceive you
Forgetting the game
Every time I trpy to leave you
You laugh just the same
'Cause my wheels never touch the road
And the jumble of lies we told
Just returns to my back to weigh my down...
We lay cards upon the table
The backs of our hands
And I swear I like your people
The boys in the band
Reminiscences gone astray
Coming back to enjoy the fray
In a tangle of night and daylight sounds...
All completeness in the morning
Asleep on your sdie
I'll be waking up the crewmen
Banana-boat ride
She responds like a limousine
Brought alive on the silent screen
To the shuddering breath of yesterday...
There's the succour of the needy
Incredible scenes
I'll believe you in the future
You life and death dreams
As the cavalry of despair
Takes a stand in the lady's hair
For the favour of making sweet sixteen...
You make my life and times
A book of bluesy Saturday
And I have to choose
3.2. Exiles
Now ... In this faraway land
Strange ... That the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy
Spring ... And the air's turning mild
City lights ... And the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry
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Friends ... Do they know what I mean
Rain ... And the gathering green
Of an afternoon out-of-town
But Lord I had to go
My trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkard's name for me
Though now this other life
Has brought a different understanding
And from these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alones no injury ...
My home ... Was a place near the stand
Cliffs ... And a military band
Blew an air of normality
3.3. Easy Money
Your admirers on the street
Gotta hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
And I thought my heart would break
When you doubled up the stake
With your fingers all a-shake
You could never tell a winner from a snake
But you always make money
Easy money.
With your figure and your face
Strutting out at every race
Throw a glass around the place
Show the colour of your crimson suspenders
We would take the money home
Sit around the family throne
My old dog could chew his bone
For two weeks we could appease the Almighty
Easy money.
Got no truck with the la-di-da
Keep my bread in an old fruit jax
Drive you out in a motor-car
Getting fat on your lucky star just making
Easy money.
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** King Crimson ***.
4. "THREE OF A PERFECT PAIR"
(p) 1984
1. Three of a Perfect Pair
2. Model Man
3. Sleepless
4. Man with an Open Heart
5. Nuages (That Which Passes, Passes Like Clouds)
6. Industry
7. Dig Me
8. No Warning
9. Larks' Tongues in Aspic Part III
4.1. Three of a perfect pair
she is susceptible
he is impossible
they have their cross to share
three of a perfect pair...
He has his contradicting views
she has her cyclothymic moods
they make a study in despair
thrii of a perfect pair...
one, one too many
schizophrenic tendencies
keeps it complicated
keeps it aggravated
and full of this hopelessness
what a perfect mess...
4.2. Model man
look at the signs
look at the symptoms
look at the slight
calm before the storm
I feel the silence
I feel the signals
I feel the strain
tension in my head
well, what more can be said...
not a model man
not a saviour or a saint
imperfect in a word
make no mistake
but I
give you everything I have
take me as I am...
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4.3. Sleepless
in the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
with a swell of panic and pain
my veins are aching for the distant reef
in the crush of emotional waves...
alright, get a hold of yourself
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, the rumble in your ears
its alright to feel a little fear
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, you wake up in your bed...
silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
they cover my foreign floors and walls
submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
they keep me sleepless at night...
hey, can you picture the sight
the figures on the beach in the searing night
and the roaring hurt of my silent fight...
Can you pull me out
of this sleepless night
can you pull me out?...
4.4. Man with an open heart
she wouldn't need to be a bird without a wing
or be a servant to a telephone ring
she could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed...
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
here comes right now...
she could be moody, dramatic as a play
or be evasive as a shadow in the shade
could be irregular and singing in her underwear...
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
here comes right now...
her wild and wise womanly
introspectiveness
her faults and files of foolishness...
wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart...
Here comes right now...
4.5. Dig me
it's here I sit and rust amid this ruin
and rancor like tire irons
toothy grills and car parts before me...
The acid rain floods my
floorboard, burns my pores, and rots
my upholstery... Once I was
worshipped, polished magnificently,
now I lay in decay by the dirty
angry bay...
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I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to ride...
my skin is metallic now, no longer
an elegant powder blue... My body
unhinged and sleeping in the jungle
of motor block manifolds and metal
relics... What was deluxe becomes debris,
I never questioned loyalty,
but this dead end demolishes the dream
of an open highway...
Dig me... But don't... Bury me
Last-modified: Mon, 13 Jan 1992 09:31:26 GMT