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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Reworks (2003) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Brain Salad Surgery (1973) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Works Vol. 2 (1977) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Brain Salad Surgery (1973) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Works Vol. 2 (1977) 
			Good night, good night....  Look at that moon shine so bright. And tonight he smiles Especially for you. Sleep tight, sleep tight. Know everything is alright. And tonight I will be here Watching over you. For tonight I will be here watching over you. Tonight I’ll be here watching over you. Sweet dreams, sweet dreams. It is never as real as it seems. And in the morning when you wake up I will be right here. Sleep on, sleep on. For no matter how dark or how long It may seem that your night is I will still be here. I will still be here watching, watching over you. So sleep, little darling, sleep on through. So be still, be still For you know that I always will Tonight and forever Be watching over you. For tonight and forever, be watching over you. So sleep, little darling, sleep on through. I will be watching over you. | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Welcome Back [video] (1992) 
			Good night  Good night Look at that moon shine so bright And tonight he smiles especially for you Sleep tight Sleep tight You know everything is alright And tonight I'll be here watching over you For tonight I'll be here watching over you Tonight I'll be here watching over you Sweet dreams Sweet dreams It is never as real as it seems And in the morning when you wake up I'll be right here Sleep on Sleep on For no matter how dark or long It may seem that your night is I'll be still be here I'll still be here watching Watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through Oh~ So be still Be still For you know that I always will Tonight and forever Be watching over you For tonight and forever be watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through I will be watching over you | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Beyond The Beginning [video, live] (2005) 
			Good night  Good night Look at that moon shine so bright And tonight he smiles especially for you Sleep tight Sleep tight You know everything is alright And tonight I'll be here watching over you For tonight I'll be here watching over you Tonight I'll be here watching over you Sweet dreams Sweet dreams It is never as real as it seems And in the morning when you wake up I'll be right here Sleep on Sleep on For no matter how dark or long It may seem that your night is I'll be still be here I'll still be here watching Watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through Oh~ So be still Be still For you know that I always will Tonight and forever Be watching over you For tonight and forever be watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through I will be watching over you | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults, Vol. 4 [live] (2006) 
			Good night  Good night Look at that moon shine so bright And tonight he smiles especially for you Sleep tight Sleep tight You know everything is alright And tonight I'll be here watching over you For tonight I'll be here watching over you Tonight I'll be here watching over you Sweet dreams Sweet dreams It is never as real as it seems And in the morning when you wake up I'll be right here Sleep on Sleep on For no matter how dark or long It may seem that your night is I'll be still be here I'll still be here watching Watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through Oh~ So be still Be still For you know that I always will Tonight and forever Be watching over you For tonight and forever be watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through I will be watching over you | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Works Vol. 1 (1977) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - I Believe In Father Christmas [ep, carol] (1995) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Trilogy (1972) I've tried to mend The love that ended Long ago although we still pretend Our love is surely coming to an end Don't waste the time you've got to love again We tried to lie But you and i Know better than to let each other lie The thought of lying to you makes me cry Counting up the time that's passed us by I've sent this letter hoping it will reach your hand And if it does i hope that you will understand That i must leave in a while And though i smile You know the smile is only there to hide What i'm really feeling deep inside Just a face where i can hang my pride Goodbye... Goodbye... We'll talk of places that we went And times that we have spent Together penniless and free You'll see the day another way And they could put the sunshine For a nighttime where you lay You're love began i don't know when But if you do i know that You'll be happy in the end | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Live At Montreux 1997 [live] (2017) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Lucky Man [live] (1997) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Fanfare [live] (2004) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Live At Montreux 1997 [video, live] (2004) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Beyond The Beginning [video, live] (2005) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Brain Salad Surgery (1973) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Brain Salad Surgery (1973) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Beyond The Beginning [video, live] (2005) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Beyond The Beginning [video, live] (2005) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Works Vol. 2 (1977) 
			Bass - playing in my face - grabbin’ the elastic  Drums - listen here she comes - hammerin’ the plastic Keys - I play ’em all with ease - Freeze! Your shakin’ at the knees You’re doin’ somethin’ drastic - chasin’ the fantastic... To dine with tigers in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Man - living in a can - skippin’ with a suit-case Frail - living in a gale - slipping on a blue face Claws - are scratching at the doors - Pause: If you don’t lose your oars You’re trippin’ on a shoe lace - racin’ to each new place... To screw your shadow in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Sun - help me when I run - bleedin’ from the moonlight Nurse - help me with a verse - I need to sing the tune right Days - I wasted in the maze - Raise your eyes above the ways To keep a silver spoon bright - fly up to balloon height... To ride the spotlight in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Live At Montreux 1997 [video, live] (2004) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Beyond The Beginning [video, live] (2005) | |||||
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 | 3:34 |   | ||
| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Lucky Man [live] (1997) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Live At Montreux 1997 [live] (2017) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Emerson, Lake And Palmer In Concert [live] (1979) Keys - I play 'em all with ease - Freeze! Your shakin' at the knees You're doin' somethin' drastic - chasin' the fantastic... To dine with tigers in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Man - living in a can - skippin' with a suit-case Frail - living in a gale - slipping on a blue face Claws - are scratching at the doors - Pause: If you don't lose your oars You're trippin' on a shoe lace - racin' to each new place... To screw your shadow in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Sun - help me when I run - bleedin' from the moonlight Nurse - help me with a verse - I need to sing the tune right Days - I wasted in the maze - Raise your eyes above the ways To keep a silver spoon bright - fly up to balloon height... To ride the spotlight in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Welcome Back [video] (1992) Keys - I play 'em all with ease - Freeze! Your shakin' at the knees You're doin' somethin' drastic - chasin' the fantastic... To dine with tigers in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Man - living in a can - skippin' with a suit-case Frail - living in a gale - slipping on a blue face Claws - are scratching at the doors - Pause: If you don't lose your oars You're trippin' on a shoe lace - racin' to each new place... To screw your shadow in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Sun - help me when I run - bleedin' from the moonlight Nurse - help me with a verse - I need to sing the tune right Days - I wasted in the maze - Raise your eyes above the ways To keep a silver spoon bright - fly up to balloon height... To ride the spotlight in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - In Concert (1999) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Fanfare [live] (2004) Keys - I play 'em all with ease - Freeze! Your shakin' at the knees You're doin' somethin' drastic - chasin' the fantastic... To dine with tigers in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Man - living in a can - skippin' with a suit-case Frail - living in a gale - slipping on a blue face Claws - are scratching at the doors - Pause: If you don't lose your oars You're trippin' on a shoe lace - racin' to each new place... To screw your shadow in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Sun - help me when I run - bleedin' from the moonlight Nurse - help me with a verse - I need to sing the tune right Days - I wasted in the maze - Raise your eyes above the ways To keep a silver spoon bright - fly up to balloon height... To ride the spotlight in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults, Vol. 4 [live] (2006) Keys - I play 'em all with ease - Freeze! Your shakin' at the knees You're doin' somethin' drastic - chasin' the fantastic... To dine with tigers in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Man - living in a can - skippin' with a suit-case Frail - living in a gale - slipping on a blue face Claws - are scratching at the doors - Pause: If you don't lose your oars You're trippin' on a shoe lace - racin' to each new place... To screw your shadow in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Sun - help me when I run - bleedin' from the moonlight Nurse - help me with a verse - I need to sing the tune right Days - I wasted in the maze - Raise your eyes above the ways To keep a silver spoon bright - fly up to balloon height... To ride the spotlight in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Works Vol. 1 (1977) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - In The Hot Seat (1994) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Emerson Lake & Palmer (1970) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Beyond The Beginning [video, live] (2005) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Trilogy (1972) Wicked josie rode away In the sunset covered sky A lynching mob had strung his friend up Right before his eyes He didn't know what they'd both done He sure as hell would end up one A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun If he didn't move on Get out of here The sheriff followed josie's journey )from kansas in the west He said he'd put a bullet right Through poor old josie's chest But josie wasn't like the rest He don't like bullet holes in his vest In fact he'd do his very best Don't want any arrest Don't want to be the guest Of the sheriff The nights got so damned cold He couldn't stand the pace He looked again for sheriff's men But couldn't see the chase Josie found a nice warm place But then the sheriff solved the case Hoped to find josie's face And said lookie here... Sheriff rode him into town With josie look inside He didn't know about the six-gun Wicked josie had Then josie drew his gun real fast Gave the sheriff one big blast And josie was a song at last A legend from the past Nobody ever messed with the sheriff | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) Wicked josie rode away In the sunset covered sky A lynching mob had strung his friend up Right before his eyes He didn't know what they'd both done He sure as hell would end up one A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun If he didn't move on Get out of here The sheriff followed josie's journey )from kansas in the west He said he'd put a bullet right Through poor old josie's chest But josie wasn't like the rest He don't like bullet holes in his vest In fact he'd do his very best Don't want any arrest Don't want to be the guest Of the sheriff The nights got so damned cold He couldn't stand the pace He looked again for sheriff's men But couldn't see the chase Josie found a nice warm place But then the sheriff solved the case Hoped to find josie's face And said lookie here... Sheriff rode him into town With josie look inside He didn't know about the six-gun Wicked josie had Then josie drew his gun real fast Gave the sheriff one big blast And josie was a song at last A legend from the past Nobody ever messed with the sheriff | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) 
			I carry the dust of a journey That cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me For I breathe it everyday You and I are yesterday's answers The earth of the past come to flesh Eroded by time's rivers To the shapes we now possess Come share of my breath and my substance And mingle our streams and our times In that infinite moment All our reasons are lost in our eyes | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) 
			I carry the dust of a journey  That cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me For I breathe it every day You and I are yesterdays answers The earth of the past come to flesh Eroded by times rivers To the shapes we now possess. Come share of my breath and my substance And mingle our streams and our times In bright infinite moments Our reasons are lost in our rhymes. | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Reworks (2003) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Tarkus (1971) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) | |||||
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 | 3:47 |   | ||
| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - The Birth Of A Band [live] (2006) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Brain Salad Surgery (1973) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) 
			About a little man  If I can A gnome named Grimble Crumble And little gnomes stay in their homes Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine He wore a scarlet tunic A blue green hood It looked quite good He had a big adventure Amidst the grass Fresh air at last Wining, dining, biding his time And then one day Hooray Another way for gnomes to say Oooooooooomray Look at the sky Look at the river Isn't it good? Look at the sky Look at the river Isn't it good? Winding, finding places to go And then one day Hooray Another way for gnomes to say Oooooooooomray Ooooooooooooooomray | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) 
			About a little man  If I can A gnome named Grimble Crumble And little gnomes stay in their homes Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine He wore a scarlet tunic A blue green hood It looked quite good He had a big adventure Amidst the grass Fresh air at last Wining, dining, biding his time And then one day Hooray Another way for gnomes to say Oooooooooomray Look at the sky Look at the river Isn't it good? Look at the sky Look at the river Isn't it good? Winding, finding places to go And then one day Hooray Another way for gnomes to say Oooooooooomray Ooooooooooooooomray | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Love Beach (1978) 
			yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look..Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker To a certain extent When it's on, it's over Don't get no chance to get popping Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks Sure as God made man, the first man was Black The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap That's all I know, cuz poppa didn't raise no rats Face the facts not the fiction I Build my empire from a pocket full of stones And a fifth of ambition Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance Without no conflict, you'll never have progress I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on) Three-time felon with that itch for dough These madd street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro' I'm guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Work it) Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars (Come on) And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? (Yeah) These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin on dro' (Uh) I'm guilty .. For tryna make a living Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you (nah) I'm just wanna drink, smoke, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you I'm fightin dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin But I'ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top Ain't no inbetween, trust me, like it or not We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga I'ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz Pimpin' ain't easy y'all,it's too sleazy Too greasy, and I can't take it easy!Everytime I try to get out I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win Nigga got the whole world on his back Overeact, matter fact we act like when animals attack I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin with that? Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke Motorola nigga up the old fashion way This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas And half-ass rappers that think they can get it We the Golden State, we keep the whole thing bouncing Y'all move units, we move mountains Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V. We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'ma | |||||
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 | 2:47 |   | ||
| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Emerson, Lake And Palmer In Concert [live] (1979) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Works Vol. 1 (1977) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - In Concert (1999) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Trilogy (1972) Why do you stare Do you think that i care? You've been mislead By the thoughts in your head Your words waste and decay Nothing you say Reaches my ears anyway You never spoke a word of truth Why do you think I believe what you said Few of your words Ever enter my head I'm tired of liver for freaks? With tongues in their cheeks Turning their eyes as they speak They make me sick and tired Are you confused To the point in your mind Though you're blind Can't you see you're wrong Won't you refuse To be used Even though you may know I can see you're wrong Please, please, please open their eyes Please, please, please don't give me lies I loon? all of the earth Witness my birth Cried at the sight of a man And still i don't know who i am (chorus) I've seen paupers as kings Puppets on strings Dance for the children who stare You must have seen them everywhere | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Trilogy (1972) Why do you stare Do you think that i care? You've been mislead By the thoughts in your head Your words waste and decay Nothing you say Reaches my ears anyway You never spoke a word of truth Why do you think I believe what you said Few of your words Ever enter my head I'm tired of liver for freaks? With tongues in their cheeks Turning their eyes as they speak They make me sick and tired Are you confused To the point in your mind Though you're blind Can't you see you're wrong Won't you refuse To be used Even though you may know I can see you're wrong Please, please, please open their eyes Please, please, please don't give me lies I loon? all of the earth Witness my birth Cried at the sight of a man And still i don't know who i am (chorus) I've seen paupers as kings Puppets on strings Dance for the children who stare You must have seen them everywhere | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) Why do you stare Do you think that i care? You've been mislead By the thoughts in your head Your words waste and decay Nothing you say Reaches my ears anyway You never spoke a word of truth Why do you think I believe what you said Few of your words Ever enter my head I'm tired of liver for freaks? With tongues in their cheeks Turning their eyes as they speak They make me sick and tired Are you confused To the point in your mind Though you're blind Can't you see you're wrong Won't you refuse To be used Even though you may know I can see you're wrong Please, please, please open their eyes Please, please, please don't give me lies I loon? all of the earth Witness my birth Cried at the sight of a man And still i don't know who i am (chorus) I've seen paupers as kings Puppets on strings Dance for the children who stare You must have seen them everywhere | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) Why do you stare Do you think that i care? You've been mislead By the thoughts in your head Your words waste and decay Nothing you say Reaches my ears anyway You never spoke a word of truth Why do you think I believe what you said Few of your words Ever enter my head I'm tired of liver for freaks? With tongues in their cheeks Turning their eyes as they speak They make me sick and tired Are you confused To the point in your mind Though you're blind Can't you see you're wrong Won't you refuse To be used Even though you may know I can see you're wrong Please, please, please open their eyes Please, please, please don't give me lies I loon? all of the earth Witness my birth Cried at the sight of a man And still i don't know who i am (chorus) I've seen paupers as kings Puppets on strings Dance for the children who stare You must have seen them everywhere | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Emerson Lake & Palmer (1970) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At Exhibition (1971) | |||||
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 | 5:09 |   | ||
| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Live At The Isle Of Wight Festival [live] (1999) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Live At The Lsle Of Wight Festival 1970 (2005) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Love Beach (1978) | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults, Vol. 4 [live] (2006) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Live At Montreux 1997 [video, live] (2004) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Live At The Royal Albert Hall [video, live] (2001) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Live At Montreux 1997 [live] (2017) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Beyond The Beginning [video, live] (2005) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Live At The Royal Albert Hall [video, live] (2001) 
			I. STONES OF YEARS Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - Tarkus (1971) | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Welcome Back [video] (1992) 
			I. STONES OF YEARS Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) 
			I. STONES OF YEARS Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) 
			I. STONES OF YEARS Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) 
			I. STONES OF YEARS Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) 
			I. STONES OF YEARS Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Beyond The Beginning [video, live] (2005) 
			I. STONES OF YEARS Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults, Vol. 4 [live] (2006) 
			I. STONES OF YEARS Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults, Vol. 4 [live] (2006) 
			I. STONES OF YEARS Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults, Vol. 4 [live] (2006) 
			I. STONES OF YEARS Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Lucky Man [live] (1997) 
			Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) 
			Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) 
			Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) 
			Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) 
			Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. | |||||
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| from Emerson Lake & Palmer - The Original Bootleg Series From The Manticore Vaults Vol. 1 [live] (2001) 
			Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Fanfare [live] (2004) 
			Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. | |||||
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| from Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Masters From The Vaults [video, live] (2004) 
			Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. | |||||





