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from King Crimson, King Crimson - In The Court Of The Crimson King (1969)
Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians' 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. 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 in between. I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear. 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 I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - In The Court Of The Crimson King (1969)
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 in between. I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear. 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 I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - In The Court Of The Crimson King (1969)
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments if 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 When 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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from King Crimson, King Crimson - In The Court Of The Crimson King (1969)
Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river Lovely moonchild Dreaming in the shadow of the 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 seek with the ghosts of dawn Waiting for a smile from a sun child. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - In The Court Of The Crimson King (1969)
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 want outside the pilgrim s door With insufficient schemesThe black queen chants the funeral marchThe cracked brass bells will ring To summon back the fire witch To the court of the crimson king The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst tramping on a flowerI 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 windows cry The wise men share a joke I run to grasp divining signs To satify the hoax The yellow jester does not play But gently pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of crimson king -
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - In The Wake Of Poseidon (1970)
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. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - In The Wake Of Poseidon (1970)
Concrete cold face cased in steel
Stark sharp glass-eyed crack and peel Bright light scream beam brake and squeal Red white green white neon wheel. Dream flesh love chase perfumed skin Greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin Spice ice dance chance sickly 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. Fripp, Sinfield |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - In The Wake Of Poseidon (1970)
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. Fripp, Sinfield |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - In The Wake Of Poseidon (1970)
Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes
Snare truth in bone and globe. Harlequins coin pointless games Sneer jokes in parrot's robe. Two 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 Scratch "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 mad man smiles To him it matters least. Heroes hands drain stones for blood To whet the scaling knife. Magi blind with visions light Net death in dread of life. Their children kneel in Jesus till They learn the price of nail; Whilst all around our mother earth Waits balanced on the scales. Fripp, Sinfield |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - In The Wake Of Poseidon (1970)
Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
Knocks in 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. 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 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! |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - In The Wake Of Poseidon (1970)
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 day without end; Peace is the end, like death Of the war. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Islands (1971)
Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore-line
Cornered by the cactus and the pine. Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow Down a sun-baked crumpled stony road. Dusty wheels leaning rusting in the sun Snuff brown walls where Spanish lizards run. Here I'm shadowed by a dragon fig tree's fan Ringed by ants and musing over man. I'll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down Won't climb any high thing while the sun shine. Formentera Lady sing your song for me Formentera Lady sweet lover. Lamplights glows on old guitars the travellers strum Insence children dance to an Indian drum. Here Odysseus charmed for dark Circe fell, Still her perfume lingers still her spell. Time's grey hand won't catch me while the sun shine down Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine. Formentera Lady dance your dance for me Formentera Lady dark lover. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Islands (1971)
With quill and silver knife
She carved a poison pen Wrote to her lover's wife: "Your husband's seed has fed my flesh". As if a leper's face That tainted letter graced The wife with choke-stone throat Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes. Impaled on nails of ice And raked with emerald fire The wife with soul of snow With steady hands begins to write: "I'm still, I need no life To serve on boys and men What's mine was yours is dead I take my leave of mortal flesh" |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Islands (1971)
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 you stole in your 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 you stole in your youth. All of you know that the girls of the road Been around but are versed in the truth. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Islands (1971)
Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island. My sunsets fade. Field and glade wait only for rain Grain after grain love erodes my High weathered walls which fend off the tide Cradle the wind to my island. Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide Mournfully glide o'er my island. My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale, Dissolves in the sun. Love's web is spun - cats prowl, mice run Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes Violet skies Touch my island, Touch me. Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone Hungrily reach from my island. Clutch sailor's words - pearls and gourds Are strewn on my shore. Equal in love, bound in circles. Earth, stream and tree return to the sea Waves sweep sand from my island, from me. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Lizard (1970)
Night: her sable dome scattered with diamonds,
Fused my dust from a light year, Squeezed me to her breast, sowed me with carbon, Strung my warp across time. Gave me each horse, sunrise and graveyard, Told me only I was her; Bid ne face the east closed me in questions Built the sky for my dawn ... Cleaned my feet of mud, followed the empty Zebra ride to the Cirkus, Past a painted cage, spoke to the paybox Glove which wrote on my tonque - Pushed me down a slide to the arena, Megaphonium fanfare In his cloak of words strode the ringmaster Bid me join the parade ... "Worship!" - cried the clown. "I'm a T.V. Making bandsmen go clockwork, See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman, Bareback ladies have fish." Strongmen by his feet, plate-spinning statesman, Accrobatically juggling - Bids his tamers go quiet the tumblers Lest the mirror stop turning ... Elephants forgot, force-fed on stale chalk, Ate the floors of their cages. Strongmen lost their hair, paybox collapsed and Lions sharpened their teeth. Gloves raced round the ring, stallions stampeded Pandemonium seesaw ... I ran for the door, ringmaster shouted, "All the fun of the Cirkus!" |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Lizard (1970)
Indoor fireworks amuse your kitchen staff
Dusting plastic garlic plants They snigger in the draught When you ride throw the parlour Wearing nothing but your armour - Playing Indoor Games. One string puppet shows amuse Your sycophantic friends Who cheer your rancid recipes In fear they might offend, Whilst you loaf on your sofa Sporting falsies and a toga - Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games. Your mean teetotum spins arouse your seventh wife Who pats her sixty little skins And reinsures your life, Whilst you sulk in your sauna 'Cos you lost your jig-saw corner - Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games. Each afternoon you train baboons to sing Or swim in purple perspex water wings. Come Saturday jump chopper, chelsea brigade. High bender-trender it's all Indoor Games. No ball bagatelle incites Your children to corspire. They slide across your frying pan And fertilise your fire; Still you and Jones go madder Broken bones - broken ladder - Hey Ho ... |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Lizard (1970)
Happy family, one hand clap, four went
by and none came back. Brother Judas, ash and sack, swallowed aphrodiciac Rufus, Silas, Jonah too sang, "We'll blow our own canoes," Poked a finger in the zoo, punctured all the ballyhoo. Whipped the world and beat the clock, wound up with their share of stock. Silver Rolls from golden rock, shaken by a knock, knock, knock. Happy family, wave that grin, what goes round must surely spin; Cheescake, mousetrap, Grip-Pipe-Thynne cried out, "We're not Rin-Tin-Tin." Uncle Rufus grew his nose, threw away his cirkus clothes Cousin Silas grew a beard, drew another flask of weird Nasty Jonah grew a wife, Judas grew his pruning knife. Happy family, one hand clap, four went on but none came back. Happy family, pale applause, each to his revolving doors. Silas searching, Rufus neat, Jonah caustic, Jude so sweet. Let their sergeant mirror spin if we lose the barbers win; Happy family, one hand clap, four went on but none came back. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Lizard (1970)
Grass in your hair stretched like a lion in the sun
Restlessly turned moistened your mouth with your tonque. Pouring my wine your eyes caged mine glowing Touching your face my finger strayed knowing I called you lady of the dancing water. Blown autumn leaves shed to the fire where you laid me. Burn slow to ash just as my days now seem to be. I feel you still always your eyes glowing Remembered hours salt, earth and flowers flowing. Farewell my lady of the dancing water. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Lizard (1970)
Farewell the temple master's bells
His kiosk and his black worm seed Courtship solely of his word With Eden guaranteed. For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed Scar the sacred tablet of wax On which the Lizards feed. Wake your reason's hollow vote Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a Lizard by the throat. Go Polonius or kneel The reapers name their harvest dawn All your tarnished devil's spoons Will rust beneath our corn. Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam Across his rain tree shaded lawn Lizard bones become the clay ? And there a Swan is born Wake your reasons' hollow vote Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a Lizard by the throat. Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court Round which upholstered Lizards sold Visions to their leaden flock Of rainbows' ends and gold. Now tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings Of walls and trumpets thousand fold Prophets chained for burning masks And reels of dreams unrolled... |
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