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Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door Twenty-first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Politicians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty-first century schizoid man. Death seed blind man's greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty-first century schizoid man. |
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The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn 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 crawl 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 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 If no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn 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 crawl 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 Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying Crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying |
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The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing Three lullabies in an ancient tongue For the court of the crimson king The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrims' 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 gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower I chase the wind of a prism ship To taste the sweet and sour The pattern juggler lifts his hand The orchestra begin As slowly turns the grinding wheel In the court of the crimson king On soft grey mornings widows cry The wise men share a joke I run to grasp divining signs To satisfy the hoax The yellow jester does not play But gently pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king |
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Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
Knocks on the manager's door; Grooning to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack Lays out her goods on the floor; Everything she's chosen is 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 polishes a sabre Knows how to flavour a stew. Never need to worry with a tin of 'Hurri Curri': "Poisoned especially for you!" No use to complain If you're caught out in the rain; Your mother's quite insane. Cat food cat food cat food again. Lady Yellow Stamper with a fillet in the 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!" |
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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 mystified On the wine of the tide Stared pale-eyed As his veil fell aside. Sad paper courtesan They found him just a man. Caravan hotel Where the sequin spell fell Custom of the game. Cadence oiled in love Licked his velvet gloved hand Cascade kissed his name. Sad paper courtesan They knew him just a man. Cadence and Cascade Cadence and Cascade Cadence... |
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| 5:32 |
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A flower lady's daughter
As sweet as holy water Said: "I'm the school reporter Please teach me", well I taught her. Two fingered levi'd sister Said, "Peace", I stopped I kissed her. Said, "I'm a male resister", I smiled and just unzipped her. High diving chinese trender Black hair and black suspender Said, "Please me no surrender Just love to feel your Fender". All of you know that the girls of the road Are like apples we stole in our youth. All of you know that the girls of the road Been around but are versed in the truth. Stone-headed Frisco spacer Ate all the meat I gave her Said would I like to taste hers And even craved the flavour "Like marron-glaced fish bones Oh lady hit the road!" All of you know that the girls of the road Are like apples we stole in our youth. All of you know that the girls of the road Been around but are versed in the truth Ladies of the road Ladies of the road Ladies of the road Ladies of the road |
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If I only could deceive you
Forgetting the game Every time I try 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 me 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 side 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 succor of the needy Incredible scenes I'll believe you in the future Your life and death dreams As the cavalry of despair Takes a stand in the lady's hair For the fervour of making sweet sixteen... You make my life and time A book of bluesy Saturdays And I have to choose... |
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Sundown dazzling day
Gold through my eyes But my eyes turned within only see Starless and bible black Old friend charity Cruel twisted smile And the smile signals emptiness for me Starless and bible black Ice blue silver sky Fades into grey To a grey hope that all yearns to be Starless and bible black |
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King Crimson은 시인인 피터신필드가 참여한 초기 앨범이 매우 독특한데, In the Court of Crimson King은 가장 많이 회자되는 앨범이고, Red 앨범도 좋습니다. 사실 킹크림슨은 2000년대까지 꾸준하게 괜찮은 앨범을 냈기 때문에 차근차근 다 들어보시는 것도 좋겠네요.
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| 6:01 |
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Tears of joy at the birth of a brother
Never alone from that time Sixteen Years through knife fights and danger Strangely why his life not mine West side skyline crying Fallen angel dying Risk a life to make a dime Lifetimes spent on the streets of a city Make us the people we are Switchblade stings in one tenth of a moment Better get back to the car Fallen Angel Fallen Angel Fallen Angel Fallen Angel West side skyline Crying for an angel dying Life expiring in the city Snow white side streets of cold New York City Stained with his blood it all went wrong Sick and tired blue wicked and wild God only knows for how long Fallen Angel Fallen Angel |
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Talk, it's only talk
Arguments, agreements, advice, answers, Articulate announcements It's only talk Talk, it's only talk Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker Brouhaha, balderdash, ballyhoo It's only talk Back talk Talk talk talk, it's only talk Comments, cliches, commentary, controversy Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat, Conversation, contradiction, criticism It's only talk Cheap talk Talk, talk, it's only talk Debates, discussions These are words with a D this time Dialog, duologue, diatribe, Dissention, declamation Double talk, double talk Talk, talk, it's all talk Too much talk Small talk Talk that trash Expressions, editorials, explanations, exclamations, exaggerations It's all talk Elephant talk? Elephant talk? Elephant talk! |
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Frame by frame (Suddenly)
Death by drowning (from within) In your, in your analysis. Step by step (Suddenly) Doubt by numbers (from within) In your, in your analysis. |
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Still, by the window pane
Pain, like the rain that's falling She waits in the air Matte Kudasai She sleeps in a chair In her sad America When, when was the night so long Long, like the notes I'm sending She waits in the air Matte Kudasai She sleeps in a chair In her sad America |
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I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat
so close, feels like mine all mine I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat so close it feels like mine all mine… I remember the feeling my hands in your hair hands in your hair I remember the feeling of the rhythm we made the rhythm we made I need to land sometime right next to you feel your heartbeat heartbeat right next to me… |
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I come back...come back
you see my return my returning face is smiling smile of a waiting man... I be home soon soon soon soon cry on your shoulder your shoulder against my burning tears tears of a waiting man... one two three four one two three... I wait every moment I wait, wait for my chance I wait for my friend to say hello, you waiting man feel no fret feel no fret feel no fret you can wait and feel no fret and so I wait so I wait so I wait so I wait I return face is smiling be home soon cry on your shoulder tears of a waiting man every moment wait for my chance my friend say hello feel no fret you can wait and I wait and I wait and home I am... |
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Good morning, its 3a.m. in this great roaring
city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in the diner crossing the street swarthy herds of young impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza and over there that brilliant head ornament on that Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand in hand with the mandrill, its a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet. . . the stench and the noiose, yes, yes, the howlers resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly live without also be cautious of the poisonous boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand? Evidently he's getting a good reply. . . Arrive in neurotica through neon heat disease I swear at the swarming herds I sweat the foul terrain I rove the moving scenery I have no fin no wing, no stinger no claw, no camouflage I have no more to say . . . Say . . .isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over there look at that bush baby mud puppy noolbenger rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink siren skate starling star-gazer spoonbill and suckers they seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica. . . so long. . . |
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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 Three 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… |
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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 it's 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? |
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Marine 475
410 400 062 1009 1097 65 Non-Marine 10 190 510 1148 Motor 254 Aviation 545 |
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Long ago and far away in a different age
when i was a dumb young guy fossilized photos of my life then illustrate what an easy prey i must have been Standing in the sun, idiot savant something like a monument I'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones I'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones Ignorance has alway been something i excel in followed by naivete and pride doesn't take a scientist to see how any clever predator could have a piece of me Standing in the sun, idiot savant something like a monument I'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones I'm a dinosaur Oh, when i look back on the past some wonder i'm not yet extinct all the mistakes and bad judgements i made nearly pushed me to the brink it doesn't pay to be too nice it's the one thing i have learned still, i made my fossil bed and now i toss and turn I'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones I'm a dinosaur I'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones I'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones |
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sex sleep eat drink dream
primal tribal aplle egg vegetable eel i have a new canoe but it does not have a wheel private velvet animal oldsmobile mind i'm sitting in the fireplace burning up my time private velvet animal empty t.v. they're fishing in the kitchen but they haven't caught up to me primal tribal chemical digital night i've got to get dressed to go out of my mind sex sleep eat drink dream |
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Here it comes, here comes another day
Another decision on the way Well here it comes, here comes a covered display Of preferences to make Here comes a knock on the door Open it for an opportunity Well here it comes, here comes a physical rain Of memories to be made Eyes wide open Eyes wide open all the time 'N there it was, it was the perfect take And were you asleep or awake? There it was, it was a perfect time To speak your mind 'N there it was, it was the chance of a lifetime It flew right by and what did you do? Well there it was, it was another day For memories to be made Eyes wide open Eyes wide open all the time I've got my eyes wide open all the time Eyes wide open Because you never know What you might see Memories to be made Eyes wide open Eyes wide open all the time I've got my eyes wide open Eyes wide open Because you never know What you might see |
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She carries me?
She saved my life |
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