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King Crimson
Palazzetto Dello Sport
Eur , Rome .
Italy .
November 13 , 1973 .

Larks' Tongues in Aspic (Part One)
Pictures of a City
A Scarcity of Miracles (Jakszyk, Fripp and Collins cover)
The ConstruKction of Light (Part One)
One More Red Nightmare
Hell-Hounds of Krim
Red
The Letters

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
Innocence raped with napalm fire

She carries me
Through days of apathy
When I am a desert
She washes over me
And it gives me peace
To know she accepts me
Even in my folly

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

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

Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
Knocks in the manager's door
Grooming 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

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 a horse, sunrise and graveyard,
Told me only I was her;
Bid me face the east closed me in questions
Built the sky for my dawn...

Эпитафия

Вот-вот обрушится стена
С посланьями пророков.
Блестят на солнце, смерть суля,
Орудья злого рока.
Разрушат всех до одного
Кошмары и мечты,

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

Well, here it comes, here comes another day
Another decision on the way
Well, here it comes, here comes
A coloured display of preferences to make

Well, here it comes, here comes a knock
On the door, open it for an opportunity
Well, here it comes, here comes another day

Six billion ants crawling on a plate
Six million ants crawling on a plate
None of them give back as much as they take
Six billion ants crawling on a plate

Doesn't mean you should just because you can
It doesn't mean you should just because you can
Like Abraham and Ishmael fighting over sand

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

Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shoreline
Cornered by the cactus and the pine
Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
Down a crumpled sun-baked 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

Happy family, one hand clap, four went by and none come back
Brother Judas, ash and sack, swallowed aphrodisiac
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
Cheesecake, mousetrap, Grip-Pipe-Thynne cried out, "We're not Rin Tin Tin"

And when I have some words
This is the way I'll sing
To a distortion box
To make the music sing

then, I'm gonna have to write a chorus
Gonna need to have a chorus
And this seems to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face, yeah, were gonna need to have a chorus, gonna have to write a chorus, and this seems to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face.

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 the wake of Poseidon
Вслед за Посейдоном
Plato's spawn cold ivied 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,

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

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

Grass in your hair
Stretched like a lion in the sun
Restlessly turned
Moistened your mouth with your tongue
Pouring my wine
In your eyes caged mine, glowing
Touching your face my
Fingers strayed knowing

0:00:00 - 1 - Walk On (No Pussyfooting)
0:02:09 - 2 - 21st Century Schizoid Man
0:10:07 - 3 - Lament
0:14:57 - 4 - Improv Intro Into Exiles
0:16:03 - 5 - Exiles
0:22:51 - 6 - Improv - Cerberus
0:31:16 - 7 - Easy Money

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

Тем не менее, на оконном стекле,
Боль, как дождь, который с падением.
Она ждет в воздухе,
Матовая кудасай.
Она спит в кресле
В своей печальной Америки.

Когда же, когда была ночь так долго,

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

Good morning, it's 3AM 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 heards 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

Pan American nightmare
Ten thousand feet fun-fair
Convinved that I don't care
It's safe as houses I swear
I was just sitting musing
The virtues of cruising
When altitude dropping
My ears started popping

One eye goes laughing
One eye goes crying
Through the trials
And trying of one life

One hand is tied
One step gets behind
In one breath we're dying

People fly, people flee
People clam and say, "It wasn't me"
People fish, people beef
People arm to teeth

Yes, you've got people on the tube
Walking on the moon
People at the bottom of the sea

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

A:prince rupert awakes
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

Well, I woke up this morning in a cloud of despair
I ran my hand across my head
Pulled out a pile of worried hair
I went to my physician who was buried in his thoughts
He said, "Son, you've been reading Too much Elephant Talk"
Chit chat
He said, "The thing about depression is
Well you just can't let it get you down

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

sundown dazzling day
gold through my eyes
but my eyes turned within
only see
starless and bible black

old friend charity
cruel twisted smile

Health-food faggot with a bartered bride
Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride
Once had a friend with a cloven foot
Once he called the tune in a chequered suit
Great Deceiver!
In the door on the floor in a paper bag
There's a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag
She raised him up and she called him son

Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
That golden light all grimy now
Three hundred years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast

The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends

Hat bandanna Graham cracker jackhammer in
A nail file suit your self-serviceman
The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum
Autographed pictures of Shakespeare fishing
Gear head phone Madison Square Garden hose
The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum

Get set, get wet, get fat, get fit, get a life

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...

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,

I come back, come back
You see my return
My returning face is smiling
Smile of a waiting man

I, I'll be home soon, soon, soon
Soon cry on your shoulder
Your shoulder against my burning tears