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from Adrian Belew - Young Lions (1990)
Hot tribal night
underneath florescent skies bonfires rage strange wild waving shouting Picasso faces In the guise of a lioness the wind kisses her burning dress you can fell her animal eyes you can hear them cry, "Be the jewel around my neck, never a tear on my burning dress" Lying, paralyzed, a brave prey who lays dying and is surrounded by angry spirits hunters, guns, drums, and elephants Why is this night quiet? filled with trees filled with eyes as she prowls around my feet she throws back her head dress and cries, "Now you will be mine, be my young lion" Why is this night quiet? why the trees filled with eyes? as she prowls around my feet she throws back her head dress and cries, "Be my young lion" |
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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 - 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)
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 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 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, 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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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, 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 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, King Crimson - The Power To Believe (2003)
She carries me?
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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)
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 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)
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 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 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 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 - 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 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 - Young Lions (1990)
Someday when I'm flying far away
somewhere over Germany someday when you least expect I'll be singing in your hair Once upon a time in a different era when great fat Cadillacs roamed the earth Oh, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v. yes, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v. screen small world Someday when I'm lost in a dream out my window in the clouds someday you'll be doing your gardening hear me singing out loud Once upon a time in a different age of drive-in movies and luxury trains Oh, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v. yes, it's a small world on a two-inch t.v. screen small world Big doors opening big doors are opening wide glass of red wine wine... |
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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 - 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 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)
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 King Crimson, King Crimson - Thrak (1995)
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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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 Adrian Belew - Side Two (2005)
She shudders like a leaf
falling from a tree when I touch her Her fingertips soft like fluff across my lips She shudders like a leaf falling from a tree when I touch her Her fingertips soft like fluff across my lips |
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from Adrian Belew - Side Two (2005)
Sometimes I'm paralyzed
with life speeding by I never seem to get anywhere No matter how hard I try Oh it used to be, I thought, I was in command Now I know I'm up to my chin in quicksand Is there no thread of hope that we control? Oh if you could only pull me up... I will never let you down, let you down I will never let you down Oh if you could only pull me up... I will never let you down, let you down I will never let you down I will never let you down, let you down I will never let you down I will never let you down |
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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 Adrian Belew - Young Lions (1990)
She's just been to Russia and they're dying their faces
They're dying over there A pretty pink rose That r'n'r lady takes a space-ship ride she's out of this world A pretty pink rose And we're living for you my love, we're living for you And we're dying for you my love Pretty pink rose She tore down Paris on the tail of Thom Paine But the left wings broken the right insane A pretty pink rose Have a nice day, it's a killer, turn a cheek It's a christian code A pretty pink rose And we're living for you my love, we're living for you And we're dying for you my love Pretty pink rose She's the poor man's gold she's the anarchist crucible Flying in the face of the despot cannibal She's a pretty pink rose Never let it rain, never let it rain on the heart of the pretty pink rose Pretty pink rose And we're living for you my love, we're living for you And we're dying for you my love, pretty pink rose Get me thru the pain, thru the pain of the thorn on the pretty pink rose Never let it rain, never rain never rain, the pretty pink rose Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart,, of the pretty pink rose Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart |
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from Adrian Belew - Young Lions (1990)
"Hello, honey, I hope I didn't wake you up,
but I had to hear your voice I'm standing in another phone booth, somewhere on the moon I'm alright, I guess, except for all the stuff I miss the things we used to do I never knew I could be this blue It's so quiet here like the stars are sayin', "shh, be quiet" So, how are the kids? Did I miss his birthday again? aw, no...could you tell him I'm sorry, sometimes my mind gets blurry and I lose all sense of time Time moves slowly like the curve of the earth Aw, honey, I wish I really could reach out and touch you...but that's not real like the moon is blue...like this lonely view from a sad phone...out here on the moon And it feels like one long lonely night you know what I mean, that's why I called" |
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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 Adrian Belew - Mr. Music Head (1989)
When I wake up in my tree
Wake up in my bedroom tree A little girl and a parakeet Are singing to me My, oh my, what a peaceable kingdom Why would I ever wanna leave Leave a peaceable kingdom And when I wake up on the floor On the carpeted forest floor All of the squirrels in their conifers Are saying to me My, oh my, even if you had set of wings Why would you ever wanna fly From a peaceable kingdom Oh my, oh my, what a peaceable kingdom Why would I ever wanna leave Leave a peaceable kingdom It's quiet a night When the monkeys retire So we lay down our faces By the fireplace And sing softly What a peaceable kingdom |
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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 - Vrooom (1997)
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 Adrian Belew - Mr. Music Head (1989)
"I guess", God said,
"It's time to let the little people have the salad days somebody cut the rain, let there be lawn chairs in the shade for everyone be sure to give it the works, the barbecues and the fireworks and make certain the night is fair for my lovers in pairs I'll be behind the sun, now let these things be done, uh huh, it's one of those days" We had iced-up beer in the park with the picnic gear uh huh, the salad days between the hoots and shouts we were knockin' a volleyball around every which way tan dads without no shirts, young things tucked under skirts, a baby girl whose face is smirched with some dessert, bad boys hurtin' their bikes shootin' for the world-record psyche one of those days Now sometime later on God peeked from behind the sun, he said, "Looks like it's all worked out and I can rest a while" God had His Great Snooze and through the trees a sleepy breeze blew it was one of those days |
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from Adrian Belew - Mr. Music Head (1989)
Oh daddy, when you gonna write that big hit?
Oh daddy, when you gonna hit it real big, real big? Well, now that's a tall request For such a small little girl But I'll try, try till I get it just right 'Cause I'm gonna make it, maybe even twice Oh daddy, when you gonna make it to the big time gig? Oh daddy, when you gonna blow off the lid? Well, it's like a backstage pass into paradise There's a long, lonely waiting list But I'm gonna give it everything I've got to give Oh daddy, when you gonna be a big star? I got the suit and a pink guitar Oh daddy, when you gonna break it wide open I don't know but I still keep hopin' Oh daddy, are you gonna make a million bucks? All it takes it a whole lotta luck, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh daddy, when you gonna have that fat Cadillac like you always said? Oh daddy, when you gonna put on some stretch pants, yeah? Well, don't hold your breath 'cause it'll make you blue But the whole opera's not over yet And I aim to make the fat lady sweat Oh daddy, how you gonna make it to the top? All I know is I'm not gonna stop Oh daddy, what are ya' gonna buy your little girl? Hey, I'm gonna getcha Disney World Oh daddy, you could hit the jackpot yet Like I told now don't hold your breath Oh, daddy, daddy, oh, daddy, daddy, oh, daddy, daddy I'm gonna buy you Disney World |
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from Adrian Belew - Young Lions (1990)
You always said that I'd be back again, that I'd come running to you in the end
I thought that you were on your own, and now I find you're not alone (Not alone) I'll see you through the rain (Not alone) through the heartache and pain (Not alone) It hurts like never before, you're not alone any more You always said that I would know someday just how it feels when your love walks away I let you down, I let you go, I lost you, how was I to know? (Not alone) I'll see you through the rain (Not alone) through the heartache and pain (Not alone) It hurts like never before, you're not alone any more I never knew I could feel this way, I never could see past yesterday You feel that everything is gone, I feel it too, you're not alone (Not alone) I'll see you through the rain (Not alone) through the heartache and pain (Not alone) It hurts like never before You're not alone, you're not alone, you're not alone any more, any more, any more |
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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)
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 Adrian Belew - Mr. Music Head (1989)
I don't wanna live
anywhere I wanna live, I wanna live everywhere in a rolling big house full of fresh air a motor bungalow, round and comfortable like a highway yacht with a shower, no stairs you can anchor her, you can anchor her anywhere sleep a week or so and get to know the local jokes in a motor bungalow, round and comfortable In the bungalow breakfast nook on the bungalow breakfast table violets picked in Vermont and shells knicked on a Florida jaunt and a menu from Cohens restaurant in a motor bungalow motor bungalow One morning roll down the windows let the north wind in and fly across the continent up to Canada, whoa, Canada to view a true moose, uuhhhmm wet your pants, ha! in a cold stream eat home-made ice cream and live in a motor bungalow |
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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 Adrian Belew - Young Lions (1990)
Wouldn't it be great
to see the African plains before they lay them to waste and only the bones remain Wouldn't it be poetry to shoot holes in the poachers we see with an elephant gun Men in helicopters fly shooting rhinos from out of the sky Why do we always assume the planet is ours to ruin? what a legacy we're leaving behind what a legacy Wouldn't it be something for the men killing dolphin to be caught up by their necks in their greedy fishing nets Wouldn't it be irony if the tuna fish canneries were to fall into the sea The dolphins and the whales still left alive cry to the stars in the deep blue night "There's nowhere to hide, the people on earth will not be denied" what a legacy we're leaving behind what a legacy Wouldn't it be odd if there really was a God and he looked down on earth and saw what we've done to Her Wouldn't it be just if He pulled the plug on us, and took away the sun |
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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)
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)
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 - 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 Adrian Belew - Young Lions (1990)
I'm looking through my telescope
looking for a UFO I'm looking through my telescope searching for a ray of hope to come out of this dark night I hope they understand wrong from right and maybe they can show us how to clean up our mess I'm looking through my telescope looking for a UFO I wonder what they see on earth do they see the hate and hurt or do they see the Christmas lights and mirth and hear songs of peace on earth Somebody will have to fall out of the sky somebody to show us how to survive oh, wouldn't that be nice Somebody to guide us out of this dark night somebody to show us how to take hate and hurt and turn it into peace on earth I'm looking for a UFO I'm looking through my telescope for somebody with a ray of hope |
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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 - 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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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 - 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)
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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I Wish I Knew
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from Adrian Belew - Young Lions (1990)
I (Belew/Omega)
"Friends seen an' unseen...to you that are ridin' along in your automobile...to you that are sitting at you table I greet you with the holy word 'Peace'... for with my infinite mind I thinks constructively... and I'm able to draw whatsaever I want into my immediate surroundin'...for yo' minds are my mind and my mind is yo' mind and I'm sendin' out my mind to you, you, an' you... You've got to remain to bein' yourself...you cannot be nobody else, it ain't no use tryin' bein' no whirlwind an' uh, jumpin' here an' an' playin' checkers with your own life, that ain't gonna work, baby... Now repeat these words behind me: 'I am what I am'...now that's all you are... you are what you believe you are...stretch out So many of you all in Radioland, you're not stretchin' out... but I want to say one thing to you today...it makes no differen' who you are, what you're doin', what you're tryin' to do or want to do, repeat these words 'I am what I am and that's all I am...is what I am'... that's all I, look, that, that's all I am is what I am...and I'm it Make no differen' whether it's in the mornin', the evenin', or in the night time... hair breakin' out, bald headed...it's the same thing... you are what you believe you are 'Cause some of you all are sittin' there right now, amen, an' tell if you had a necktie on yo', on now, right now, a whirlwind would come along an' choke you to death, that's how bad luck some of you all in... some of you all in such a bad luck right now that you couldn't hit a barn with a baseball bat... some of you all in such a bad luck right now, amen, if you was to sit down by-a-by-men, by a pond, amen, somethin' would come up an' stick ya' you just in that bad a' luck... I am what I am...now repeat this behind me: 'I am what I am and that is all I am and I am it'... Yes, I know what you're sayin'...stretch out...oh, yes...stretch out" |
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from Adrian Belew - Mr. Music Head (1989)
People like us have our eyes on the stars
and we keep informed via TV Guide and we entertain in a house of cards but the trouble remains in our sleeping hearts Wake up! Get out, get out of this house of cards Why are we sleeping? Wake up! Get out, get out of this house of cards Why are we dreaming? Why are we blinded, always the little guys? Why do we find ourselves always compromised? People like us have lives made of dust and we know too little, but we know too much and our puzzled lives have come all apart so we go back to bed with our sleeping hearts and we stay asleep in a house of cards |
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