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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… One, one too many Schizophrenic tendencies Keeps it complicated Keeps it aggravated And full of this hopelessness What a perfect mess… |
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Look for the signs
Look for the symptoms Look for the slight Calm before the storm I feel the silence I feel the signals I feel the strain Tension in my head Well, what more can be said... Not a model man Not a saviour or a saint Imperfect in a word Make no mistake But I Give you everything I have Take me as I am... |
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In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
with a swell of panic and pain my veins are aching for the distant reef in the crush of emotional waves... Alright, get a hold of yourself an' don't fight it, it's over your head it's alright, the rumble in your ears it's alright to feel a little fear an' don't fight it, it's over your head it's alright, you wake up in your bed Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings they cover my foreign floors and walls submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling they keep me sleepless at night Hey, can you picture the sight the figures on the beach in the searing night and the roaring hurt of my silent fight can you pull me out of this sleepless night can you pull me out? |
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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 Could be irregular and singing in her underwear… It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart Here comes right now… Her wild and wise womanly Introspectiveness Her faults and files of foolishness It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart Here comes right now… |
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Its here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons
toothy grills and car parts before me... the acid rain floods my floorboard, burns my pores and rots my upholstery... once I was worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty angry bay... I'm ready to leave I wanna get out of here I'm ready to ride away I don't wanna die in here I'm ready to ride... My skin is metallic now, no longer and elegant powder blue... my body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal relics... what was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty, but this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway. Dig me... but don't... bury me |
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I'm Tony
I'm Billy I'm Bobby I'm Belew We're here to sing and play for you Oh we're the King Crimson band ? and don't you know it We're the best in all the land ? all the land We play bass and the drums and guitar for you And if you really want we'll throw the Stick in too Oh we're the King Crimson band (on EG Records) And you know we think that's grand So settle back to have some fun And tap your foot in twenty-one 'Cause we're the King Crimson band ? you better believe it The King Crimson band ? we don't do encores The King Crimson band ? no photos please 'Cause we're the King Crimson band We don't do 21st Century Schizoid Man But we're the King Crimson band |
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In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
with a swell of panic and pain my veins are aching for the distant reef in the crush of emotional waves... Alright, get a hold of yourself an' don't fight it, it's over your head it's alright, the rumble in your ears it's alright to feel a little fear an' don't fight it, it's over your head it's alright, you wake up in your bed Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings they cover my foreign floors and walls submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling they keep me sleepless at night Hey, can you picture the sight the figures on the beach in the searing night and the roaring hurt of my silent fight can you pull me out of this sleepless night can you pull me out? |
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In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
with a swell of panic and pain my veins are aching for the distant reef in the crush of emotional waves... Alright, get a hold of yourself an' don't fight it, it's over your head it's alright, the rumble in your ears it's alright to feel a little fear an' don't fight it, it's over your head it's alright, you wake up in your bed Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings they cover my foreign floors and walls submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling they keep me sleepless at night Hey, can you picture the sight the figures on the beach in the searing night and the roaring hurt of my silent fight can you pull me out of this sleepless night can you pull me out? |
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In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
with a swell of panic and pain my veins are aching for the distant reef in the crush of emotional waves... Alright, get a hold of yourself an' don't fight it, it's over your head it's alright, the rumble in your ears it's alright to feel a little fear an' don't fight it, it's over your head it's alright, you wake up in your bed Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings they cover my foreign floors and walls submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling they keep me sleepless at night Hey, can you picture the sight the figures on the beach in the searing night and the roaring hurt of my silent fight can you pull me out of this sleepless night can you pull me out? |
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