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This is a video that I made a while ago, and I am posting it again. It is a tribute to King Crimson's spectacular debut album, a defining album for...
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This is a video that I made a while ago, and I am posting it again. It is a tribute to King Crimson's spectacular debut album, a defining album for all of progressive rock. Enjoy.
Shuttering deeds and twisting lies,
The smoke is rising through my eyes,
The leaders think but cant surmise,
Twenty first century schizoid man
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
The schizoid man speaks to me
The winds cry of late
The words that cannot be heard
Are spoken by the great
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 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
And I talk to the wall
The bricks crumble and break
Neither these things
They hear me at all
For the dead mans sake
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
As silence drowns the screams
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
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 dying
Dying from her, the poets recourse
Feeling so sure, knowing the way,
In the light of the source
Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lonely 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
It comes through a bolted door
The moon and the sun trade light
The searching traveler wanders away
And watches the children fight
Seeing space closing in,
The beacons feel the sting,
By the stomps of quaking fear,
In the court of the crimson king
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
And by my side, I see a light, and all that it can bring,
And with a sigh, I close my eyes,
In the court of the crimson king
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