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A young person's guide to King Crimson
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di King Crimson

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.

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.
Il tuo voto:
A flower lady's daughter
As sweet as holy water
Said: Im the school reporter
Please teach me, well I taught her.

Two fingered levi'd sister
Said, peace, I stopped I kissed her.
Said, Im 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.
Il tuo voto:
Sundown dazzling day
Gold through my eyes
But my eyes turned within
Only see
Starless and bible black

Ice blue silver sky
Fades into grey
To a grey hope that omens to be
Starless and bible black

Old friend charity
Cruel twisted smile
And the smile signals emptiness
For me
Starless and bible black
Il tuo voto:
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 succour 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 favour of making sweet sixteen...

You make my life and times
A book of bluesy Saturdays
And I have to choose...
Il tuo voto:
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.

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!"
Il tuo voto:
(Cross, Fripp, Wetton, Bruford, Palmer-James)
(Instrumental)
Il tuo voto:
--The Court Of The Crimson King--
including The Return Of The Fire Witch
and The Dance Of The Puppets
(McDonald-Sinfield)

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 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 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.
Il tuo voto:
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