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Marine 475
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long ago and far away in a different age
when i was a dumb young guy fossilized photos of my life then illustrate what an easy prey i must have been standing in the sun, idiot savant something like a monument i'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones ignorance has alway been something i excel in followed by naivete and pride doesn't take a scientist to see how any clever predator could have a piece of me standing in the sun, idiot savant something like a monument i'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones when i look back on the past it's a wonder i'm not yet extinct all the mistakes and bad judgements i made nearly pushed me to the brink it doesn't pay to be too nice it's the one thing i have learned still, i made my fossil bed now i toss and turn i'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Thrak (1995)
close your eyes and look at me
i'll be standing by your side in between the deep blue sea and the sheltering sky if we find no words to say to the rhythm of the waves then we'll both surrender there walking on air and the worries of the day lie down under cover of the fading clouds the secrets of the night come alive in your eyes you don't have to hurry you don't have to try cause you don't have a care you're walking on air |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Thrak (1995)
autumn has come to rest
in her garden come to paint the trees with emptiness and no pardon so many things have come undone like the leaves on the ground and suddenly she begins to cry but she doesn't know why heavy are the words that fall through the air to burden her shoulders caught up in the trees her soliloguy, "don't leave me alone" |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Thrak (1995)
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 people in tombs people in igloos even a tribe of pygmies people are the main spring turning the world around people, they're the main spring spinning this world upside down people sun people toast people tire shile other people smoke people bowl people rock people pay to see two people box watch me face me dress me baby me phone me wire me house me bug me fire me people are the main spring spinning the world around people, they're the main spring turning this world inside out |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Thrak (1995)
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 i've been waiting for the sun to come up waiting for the showers to stop waiting for the penny to drop one time and i've been standing in a cloud of plans standing on the shifting sands hoping for an open hand one time |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Thrak (1995)
Rome now comes to sit
in her garden mingling the breeze with memories of a time when there was a room in pale yellow hues her room with a view where love made a bed of happiness in muslin and lace sweet is the voice from far away that speaks sotto voce and is lingering there in the golden air to quiet the day. |
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Sex sleep eat drink dream
Primal tribal aplle egg vegetable eel I have a new canoe but it does not have a wheel Private velvet animal oldsmobile mind I'm sitting in the fireplace burning up my time Private velvet animal empty t.v. They're fishing in the kitchen But they haven't caught up to me Primal tribal chemical digital night I've got to get dressed to go out of my mind Sex sleep eat drink dream |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Construkction Of Light (2000)
Well, I woke up this morning in a cloud of despair
I ran my hand across my head, pulled out a pile or worried hair I went to my physician who was buried in his thoughts he said, "Son, you've been reading too much Elephant Talk" He said, "The thing about depression is, well you just can't let it get you down, you have to see the world for what it is: a circus full of freaks and clowns and you'll never please everybody, it's a well established fact", he said, "I recommend a fifth of Jack and a bottle of Prozac" What can you give a man who has everything can you give him back his edge, can you make him want to sing? No, you can only take from him, and there's nothing he can do I've got the driving me to drink and eat a bottle of Prozac blues Well, I woke up this morning and I shaved of my head by the time I realized what I had done I was already dead I went to see the gatekeeper standing by Heaven's door he said, "I hope you brought a good supply of... you know" |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Construkction Of Light (2000)
Pain day sky beauty die black joy
Love empty day life die pain passion Joy black day hate beauty die life Joy ache empty day pain die love Passion joy black light And if God is dead, what am I A fleck of dirt on the wing of a fly Hurtling to earth Through a hole in the sky A hole in the sky And if Warhol's a genius, what am I A speck of lint on the penis of an alien Buried in gelatin Beneath the sands of Venus Time sun hurt trust peace dark rage Sad white rain sun anger hurt soft Trust night rage rain white hope dark Sacred sun time trust hurt rage anger Rain white light And if a bird can speak, who once was a dinosaur And a dog can dream; should it be implausible That a man might supervise The construction of light The construction of light Pain day sky beauty black die joy Love empty time sun hurt trust peace Dark rage sad white rain hate anger Hope sacred passion life night ache soft Light |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Construkction Of Light (2000)
Pain day sky beauty die black joy
love empty day life die pain passion joy black day hate beauty die life joy ache empty day pain die love passion joy black light And if God is dead what am I, a fleck of dirt on the wing of a fly hurtling to earth through a hole in the sky And if Warhol's a genius, what am I, a speck of lint on the penis of an alien buried in gelatin beneath the sands of Venus Time sun hurt trust peace dark rage sad white rain sun anger hurt soft trust night rage rain white hope dark sacred sun time trust hurt rage anger rain white light And if a bird can speak, who once was a dinosaur, and a dog can dream; should it be implausible that a man might supervise the construction of light the construction of light Pain day sky beauty black die joy love empty time sun hurt trust peace dark rage sad white rain hate anger hope sacred passion life night ache soft light |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Construkction Of Light (2000)
I was just now thinking about the Jaws Of Life
how they chew you up and spit you right back into the frying pan And how life unwinds around and around up and down, you think you're fine but then you're back in the frying pan And how life unwinds you think you're fine but then... |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Construkction Of Light (2000)
Hat bandana 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 get it on get it up get it off of me the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum get sacked get the facts get a load of this get pissed get real get over it get it over with the world's my oyster soup bowling ball of wax museum Cannibal dog house plan B happy as a lark's tongue in cheekbone china doll the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum don't ask Y2 cake and eat it too nothing lasts for evergreen thumbscrew the world's my oyster soup kitchen door frame by frame Get back slapback backtalk halfback back track talkback back to back I'll be back to get you back the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum get bumped get pumped get dumped get the funk get sick get fixed get jiggy with it the world's my oyster souffle mignon Get set get wet get fat get fit get along little doggiem get it off of me oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum get sacked get the facts get a load of this the world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Construkction Of Light (2000)
Tragedys of Kennedys, refugees, AIDS disease
photos of Hiroshima, the Holocaust, and Kosovo Tim McVeigh, Saddam Hussein, the bombing of the World Trade hostages in Bosnia, atrocities, South Africa, abortion and Kevorkian, Vietnam, napalm, Lady Di, and Lennon died a violent crime, Columbine, "I have a dream that one day..." Rodney King, O.J., symbols of our life and times, "One giant leap for mankind" |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Power To Believe (2003)
She carries me through days of apathy
She washes over me She saved my life in a manner of speaking When she gave me back the power to believe |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Power To Believe (2003)
Here it comes, here comes another day
Another decision on the way Well here it comes, here comes a covered display Of preferences to make Here comes a knock on the door Open it for an opportunity Well here it comes, here comes a physical rain Of memories to be made Eyes wide open Eyes wide open all the time 'N there it was, it was the perfect take And were you asleep or awake? There it was, it was a perfect time To speak your mind 'N there it was, it was the chance of a lifetime It flew right by and what did you do? Well there it was, it was another day For memories to be made Eyes wide open Eyes wide open all the time I've got my eyes wide open all the time Eyes wide open Because you never know What you might see Memories to be made Eyes wide open Eyes wide open all the time I've got my eyes wide open Eyes wide open Because you never know What you might see |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Power To Believe (2003)
Six billion ants crawling on a plate
Six billion 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 It doesn't mean you should just because you can That is a fact of life That is a fact of life Now some of us build and some of us teach Some of us build, some of us teach And some of us kill what some of us eat That is a fact of life That is a fact of life Nobody knows what happens when you die Nobody knows what happens when you die Believe what you want, it doesn't mean you're right That is a fact of life That is a fact of life |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Power To Believe (2003)
She carries me through days of apathy
She washes over me She saved my life in a manner of speaking When she gave me back the power to believe |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Power To Believe (2003)
And when I have some words
This is the way I'll sing Through a distortion box To make them menacing Yeah, then I'm gonna have to write a chorus We're gonna need to have a chorus And this would seem to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face Yes, I'm gonna have to write a chorus I’m gonna need to have a chorus And this would seem to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face Happy with what you have to be happy with You have to be happy with what you have To be happy with what you have Happy with what you have to be happy with You have to be happy with what you have To be happy with what you have You have to be happy with what you have to happy with And for a second verse Of terse economy I'll brew another pot Of ambiguity Then I'm gonna have to write a chorus We're gonna need to have a chorus And this would seem to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face Yes, we're gonna need to have a chorus I'm gonna have to write a chorus And this would seem to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face Happy with what you have to be happy with You have to be happy with what you have To be happy with what you have Happy with what you have to be happy with You have to be happy with what you have To be happy with what you have You have to be happy with what you have to happy with Then I guess I'll repeat the chorus We're gonna repeat the chorus I guess I'll repeat the chorus We're gonna repeat the chorus Then I guess I'll repeat the chorus We're gonna repeat the chorus I guess I'll repeat the chorus We're gonna repeat the chorus Happy with what you have to be happy with You have to be happy with what you have To be happy with what you have Happy with what you have to be happy with You have to be happy with what you have To be happy with what you have You have to be happy with what you have to happy with |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - The Power To Believe (2003)
She carries me?
She saved my life |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Beat (1982)
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels
I am a 1952 studebaker coupe I'm wheels, I am moving wheels moving wheels I am a 1952 starlite coupe... En route.....les Souterrains Des visions du Cody...Sartori a Paris... Strange spaghetti in this solemn city... There's a postcard we're all seen before... Past wild-haired teens in dark clothing With hands-full of autographed napkins we eat apples in vans with sandwiches ... rush Into the lobby life of hurry up and wait Hurry up and wait for all the odd-shaped keys Which lead to new soap and envelopes... Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bed And the longest-ever phone call home.....no Sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep and no mad Video machine to eat time... a cityscene I can't explain, the Seine alone at 4am The Seine alone at 4a.....Neal and Jack and me Absent lovers, absent lovers... Neal and Jack and me Absent lovers, absent lovers... Absent lovers, absent lovers... Neal and Jack and me Neal and Jack and me Absent lovers, absent lovers... Neal and Jack and me Neal and Jack and me Absent lovers, absent lovers... Absent lovers, absent lovers... Neal and Jack and me Absent lovers, absent lovers... Neal and Jack and me Absent lovers, absent lovers... Neal and Jack and me Absent lovers, absent lovers... Neal and Jack and me Absent lovers, absent lovers... |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Beat (1982)
I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat
so close, feels like mine all mine I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat so close it feels like mine all mine... I remember the feeling my hands in your hair hands in your hair I remember the feeling of the rhythm we made the rhythm we made I need to land sometime feel your heartbeat heartbeat right next to me..... |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Beat (1982)
I come back...come back
you see my return my returning face is smiling smile of a waiting man... I be home soon soon soon soon cry on your shoulder your shoulder against my burning tears tears of a waiting man... one two three four one two three... I wait every moment I wait, wait for my chance I wait for my friend to say hello, you waiting man feel no fret feel no fret feel no fret you can wait and feel no fret and so I wait so I wait so I wait so I wait I return face is smiling be home soon cry on your shoulder tears of a waiting man every moment wait for my chance my friend say hello feel no fret you can wait and I wait and I wait and home I am... |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Beat (1982)
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 hand in hand with the mandrill, it's a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet... the stench and noise, yes, yes, the howler's resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly live without also be cautious of the poisonous boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand? evidently he's getting a good reply... arrive in neurotica through neon heat disease I swear at the swarming heards I sweat the foul terrain I rove the moving scenery arrive in neurotica through neon heat disease I swear at the swarming heards I sweat the foul terrain I rove the moving scenery I have no fin no wing no stinger no claw no camouflage I have no more to say... Say...isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over there look at that blush baby mud puppy noolbenger rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink siren skate starling sun-gazer spoonbill and suckers, they seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica...so long... |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Beat (1982)
Oh they're touching
They're touching each other They're feeling They push and move And love each other, love each other They fit together like two hands...two hands... I am a face in the painting on the wall I pose and shudder And watch from the foot of the bed Sometimes I think I can Feel everything... The wind is blowing My hair in their direction The wind is bending my hair There are no windows in the painting No open windows, no open windows, no... they're touching They're touching each other They push and move And love each other, love each other They fit together like two hands two hands two hands two hands |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Beat (1982)
Here is the angel of the world's desire
Placed on trial To hide in shrouded alley sihouettes With cigarette coiled To stike at passing voices Dark and suspect Here is the howling ire Here is the sacred face of rendevous In subway sour Whose grand delusions prey like intellect In lunatic minds Intent and focused on The long thin matches To light the howling fire... No, no, not me, Burn, I don't wanna burn..... |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Discipline (1981)
Talk, it's only talk
Arguments, agreements, advice, answers, Articulate announcements It's only talk Talk, it's only talk Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker Brouhaha, balderdash, ballyhoo It's only talk Back talk Talk talk talk, it's only talk Comments, cliches, commentary, controversy Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat, Conversation, contradiction, criticism It's only talk Cheap talk Talk, talk, it's only talk Debates, discussions These are words with a D this time Dialog, duologue, diatribe, Dissention, declamation Double talk, double talk Talk, talk, it's all talk Too much talk Small talk Talk that trash Expressions, editorials, explanations, exclamations, exaggerations It's all talk Elephant talk? Elephant talk? Elephant talk! |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Discipline (1981)
Frame by frame (Suddenly)
Death by drowning (from within) In your, in your analysis. Step by step (Suddenly) Doubt by numbers (from within) In your, in your analysis. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Discipline (1981)
Still, by the window pane
Pain, like the rain that's falling She waits in the air Matte Kudasai She sleeps in a chair In her sad America When, when was the night so long Long, like the notes I'm sending She waits in the air Matte Kudasai She sleeps in a chair In her sad America |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Discipline (1981)
I do remember one thing.
It took hours and hours but.. by the time I was done with it, I was so involved, I didn't know what to think. I carried it around with me for days and days.. playing little games like not looking at it for a whole day and then.. looking at it. to see if I still liked it. I did. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat.. The more I look at it, the more I like it. I do think it's good. The fact is.. no matter how closely I study it, no matter how I take it apart, no matter how I break it down, It remains consistent. I wish you were here to see it. I like it. |
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from King Crimson, King Crimson - Discipline (1981)
Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet
Qua tari mei thela hun ginjeet Qua tari mei heat in the jungle street "Well, first of all, I couldn't even see his face. I couldn't see his face. He was holding a gun in his hand. Umm... I was thinking... This is a dangerous place.. This is a dangerous place.." Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet. Qua tari mei thela hun ginjeet. Qua tari mei heat in the jungle street. I said, "I'm nervous as hell from this stuff. I thought those guys were going to kill me for sure. They ganged up on me like that. I couldn't believe it. Look, I'm still shakin'. Weird. There out in the streets like that. It's a dangerous place. It's a dangerous place." So, suddenly, these two guys appear in front of me. They stopped. Real aggressive. Start at me, you know. "What's that?" "What's that on that tape?" "What do you got there?" I said, "huh?" They said, "What are you talking into that for?" I said, "It's just a tape, you know" "Well play it for me" I said "oh, no" I put it off as long as I could. And finally they turned it on, you know They grabbed it from me. Took it away from me. Turned it on. And it said, "He held a gun in his hand. This is a dangerous place." They said, "What dangerous place?" "What gun?" "You're a policeman!" And the deeper I talked, the worse I got into it. I talked, I told him... I said, "Look man, I'm not talkin'...." It went on forever. Anyway, I finally unbuttoned my shirt, and said, "look, look... I'm in this band, you know, I'm in this band you know, and we're makin' a recording, you know. It's about New York City, it's about crime in the streets..." The explanation was going nowhere, but, Finally, they just kinda let me go, I don't know why. So I walk around the corner, and I'm like shakin' like a leaf, and I thought, "This is a dangerous place once again, you know." Who should appear, but two policeman. |
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from King Crimson - Three Of A Perfect Pair (1984)
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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from King Crimson - Three Of A Perfect Pair (1984)
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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from King Crimson - Three Of A Perfect Pair (1984)
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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from King Crimson - Three Of A Perfect Pair (1984)
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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from King Crimson - Three Of A Perfect Pair (1984)
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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from King Crimson - Three Of A Perfect Pair (1984)
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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from King Crimson - Three Of A Perfect Pair (1984)
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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from King Crimson - Three Of A Perfect Pair (1984)
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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from King Crimson - Three Of A Perfect Pair (1984)
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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from King Crimson - The Projekcts (2006) | |||||
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001) | |||||
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001)
Late last night
I was speaking with my wife when she turned into a momur tried to put me uptight I said "You don't scare me" then she let out a scream that's when my heart started jumpin' like a broken t.v. She was a momur and it was just like I told ya' she said "You better watch out, I might bite a big hole in ya'" The very next morning I was watching cartoons when I thought I saw a momur it was you know who well, she backed me in a corner tried to kill me with a broom and shouted personal remarks from across the living room She was a momur and it was just like I told ya' she said "You better watch out, I might bite a big hole in ya'" Late last night I was speaking with my wife again when she turned into a momur again tried to put me uptight again she took me favorite guitar and she smashed it on the floor when she danced around on top of it, I thought I might get sore She was momur |
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001) | |||||
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001)
There I stood in the night
out on the broken pier me with my feet in the sea you with your face in the clouds, the man in the moon and as I heard your voice, felt your laugh flood across the broken pier I wanted to die right then and there You smiled down across the waves as if to say to me "Everything will be okay, be strong and true" and I felt your eyes like the tide pulling me out into the air for a moment in time you held me there, father and son, home again' |
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001)
Swingline throughout the backyards of the midwest
lean back, baby, in your seat on the train look through the window pane Look at that kid over there with no underwear and a silly dog who doesn't care his mother stretches to reach the clothes line while a mean neighbor leans on the population sign Non-stop through the backyards of the midwest eavesdrop, baby, from your seat on the train look through the window pane Some kinda Buick left in a stream it used to be somebody's' dream a town stares at the summer heat waves past a smooth afternoon, ready to close for the day |
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001)
Jet set ski shop quasi silver Porche jacket
bleached blonde forty-dollar Foster Grant capped teeth two-inch eyelash pseudo gamma delta doll Adidas in heat Beer slob Saturday addict pops another top "Kill that sonovabitch," he screams at the t.v. the thrill of victory, the agony of my feet Adidas in heat Sports awareness T-shirt sports awareness T-shirt you have the paraphenelic regaliaof an athletic supporter Forced to wear this T-shirt sports awareness T-shirt you have the paraphenelic regalia of an athletic supporter |
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001)
Yes, he was a fish head
his frontal lobe a retread he rode a little motor scooter they said he was a neuter tried to be a masher he was a failure as a flasher what made it most regrettable he thought he was incredible Here I come, yeah, look at me now I'm a smooth operator, I'm a mood elevator They always said I would be nothing but a fish head and look at me now Yes, he was a fish...sandwich unfortunate case of brain damage his modus operandi, a burger and a french frie his mother was a plumber his father was a momur he walked around a lot and took long naps Here I come, yeah, look at me now I'm a smooth operator, I'm a mood elevator They always said I would be nothing but a fish head and look at me now here I come, hey, look at me now I'm a stimulator, I'm a tax evader They always said I would be nothing but a fish head and look at me now Yes he was a fish head, as stable as a waterbed for fear of pantaphobia he moved to Ethiopia Here I come, yeah, look at me now I'm a stimulator, I'm a space invader They always said I would be nothing but a fish head and look at me now |
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001)
She's demure...Friendly...Loving and good-looking
Good-looking and wealthy She is tall, pretty, thin blonde A loving person, great personality, fun to be with Independent, gorgeous, rich, powerful Liberal yet she's very romantic Of course, she'd have to have the perfect figure... Everywhere she goes she's beautiful Everyone I know says she's beautiful And I deram about her even in my sleep Everyone I meet says she's beautiful... Blonde hair, blue eyes, about 5' 6" Well,blonde about 5' 8" Blonde about 5' 9" 36" 24" 36" Everywhere she goes she's beautiful Everyone I know says she's beautiful And I deram about her even in my sleep Even with her clothes on she's beautiful... Not necessarily beautiful, but... Lovely...Sexy...She's contagious Talented...Creative...Controllable Very fashionable... Good religious woman She's extremely mobile Silent...Electrostatic... Enigmatic My wife...My mother Pretty with hairy legs... Everywhere she goes she's beautiful Everyone I know says she's beautiful And I deram about her even in my sleep Even with her clothes on she's beautiful... |
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001)
You're a monster, baby
you're a super killer I want to be wiff you, I love ya you're a super monster killer show me your rhino thang |
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001)
Well, maybe you're thinkin' I'm outasight
'cause I know you saw me kickin' at the gig last night maybe, baby, that's why they call twang bar king Rip bash smash, burn up a fret I can keep it in tune and nearly beat it to death yes, baby baby, that's why they call me twang bar king Well I can bash smash beat rip tear out the guts burn it up and make it scream yeah, yeah, yeah Ooohhh, listen, baby I ain't braggin' but I'm the twang bar king twang bar king |
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001)
Come singing, saying praise
her beauty lives she is not dead Although I must walk alone I am part of her if I must hurt anything it will not be her Come singing, saying praise her beauty lives she is not dead What happens to her happens to me what happens to her happens to me Although I depart alone from our great earth she has given more than I can return Come singing, saying praise her beauty lives she is not dead |
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from Adrian Belew - Desire Of The Rhino King (2001)
I recall as a boy we would hop the freights
wasn't nothin' but a kick back then there was no better thrill for my anxious heart than a long flatcar headin' out of the yard and I knew even then she was in my blood like the time when I first hired on and the fireman laughed at my bony nose but he tossed me a cap said GM&O and I was a man... I gave her my best years well, what can you do but laugh I don't expect she'll ever be coming back When we climbed up the great Appalachians her engines would be raging like hell then we'd come back down to the rising towns where the cattle stare in the frozen air For me there nothing more sacred than the beautiful sound she'd make her long blue signal blowin' deep in the night, it would get to me there, it would get to me there Now I'm afraid... Afraid of these silent hours awake underneath my old cap I don't expect she'll ever be coming back Well, I watched the beginning of the end for her when I saw my first jet airplane flying high overhead like a bird of prey while the mighty fell in the land of the brave Now I'm alone. |
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from King Crimson - Vrooom (1997) | |||||
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from King Crimson - Vrooom (1997)
sex sleep eat drink dream
primal tribal aplle egg vegetable eel i have a new canoe but it does not have a wheel private velvet animal oldsmobile mind i'm sitting in the fireplace burning up my time private velvet animal empty t.v. they're fishing in the kitchen but they haven't caught up to me primal tribal chemical digital night i've got to get dressed to go out of my mind sex sleep eat drink dream |
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from King Crimson - Vrooom (1997)
Walking down the street, do you stare at your feet
and never do you let your eyes meet the freaks, the deadbeat addicts, social fanatics, they're a dime a dozen and they carry guns Halloween, every other day of the week Living in a cage in the USA Living in a cage in the USA Holy smoke! Somebody blew up the Pope Living in a cage in the USA All around us the rules are changing Taller walls and stronger cages Nothing is sacred or too outrageous Taller walls and stronger cages What in the world has happened to the world? What in the world... Driving your Mercedes you think you're safe but there is no escape in a world of hateful criminal minds with guns and knives who say "give me a ride or give me your live" Halloween, every other day of the week Living in a cage in the USA Living in a cage in the USA Holy smoke! Somebody blew up the Pope Living in a cage in the USA All around us the rules are changing Taller walls and stronger cages Nothing is sacred or too outrageous Taller walls and stronger cages What in the world has happened to the world? What in the world... |