Тексты песен «King Crimson»

(Fripp-McDonald-Lake-Giles-Sinfield) Cat s foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia s poison door Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Politicians funeral pyre Innocents raped...

Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century...

Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century...

If I only could deceive you Forgetting the game Every time I try to leave you You laugh just the same 'Cause my wheels never touch the road And the jumble of lies we told Just returns to my back to weigh me down... We...

Cadence and Cascade Kept a man named Jade; Cool in the shade While his audience played. Purred whispered Spend us too:We only serve for you . Sliding mystified On the wine of the tide Stared pale-eyed As his veil fell...

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...

Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket Knocks in the manager's door; Grooning to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack Lays out her goods on the floor; Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen. Eat it and...

including Entry Of The Chameleons Night: her sable dome scattered with diamonds, Fused my dust from a light year, Squeezed me to her breast, sowed me with carbon, Strung my warp across time. Gave me each horse, sunrise...

Night: her sable dome scattered with diamonds, Fused my dust from a light year, Squeezed me to her breast, sowed me with carbon, Strung my warp across time Gave me each a horse, sunrise and graveyard, Told me only I was...

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...

it's 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 upholstry.. once I was worshipped, polished...

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...

Why don't you just drop in And love the life of sin And squirm inside your cage You are a prisoner of your rage Why don't you just drop in And play the game to win The rules you pick and choose The odds are stacked for...

Your admirers on the street Gotta hoot and stamp their feet In the heat from your physique As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers And I thought my heart would break When you doubled up at the stake With your fingers...

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, boulderdash, ballyhoo It's only talk Back...

The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath...

Tomorrow And Tomorrow (Fripp-McDonald-Lake-Giles-Sinfield) The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With...

The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath...

The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams upon the instrument's object the sunlight brightly gleams where every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams will no...

The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath...