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king Crimson은 누구인가?

by 아프로뒷태 2011. 12. 4.

 

록을 추구하면서도 고전적이고 신화적이다. 무엇보다 그들이 음악을 통해 추구하는 사상이 사회에 대한 비평가적 시선으로 드러나 있다는 점이다. 수록곡에도 의미는 담겨져 있지만 엘범 자켓에는 주제의식이 더 뚜렷하게 드러나 있다. 풍류시인에 비평가적 가사와 곡을 쓴다는 것, 엘리트적인 지식인이 아니고서는 이룰 수 없는 면이기도 하다.

 

 

 

킹 크림슨(King Crimson)
  • 멤버 로버트 프립(Robert Fripp, 기타), 아드리안 벨루(Adrian Belew, 기타)
    토니 레빈(Tony Levin, 베이스), 팻 매스텔로토(Pat Mastelotto, 드럼)
  • 데뷔 1969년 1집 앨범 [In The Court Of The Crimson King]

 

블루스 록과 사이키델릭 록이 주류였던 영국 록 음악계에 1960년대 새로운 록이 탄생되는데, 그것은 레드 제플린을 중심으로 한 헤비 록이고, 또 다른 하나는 바로 프로그레시브(Progressive) 록이다. ‘진보적인’이라는 뜻에 걸맞게 이들은 클래식, 재즈, 블루스, 사이키델릭 등 모든 장르의 음악을 흡수하며, 스튜디오에서 정교하게 음악을 만들어낸다. 특히 첫 곡부터 마지막 곡까지 하나의 주제 아래 강박증적으로 일관된 음악을 구축해낸다는 점은 프로그레시브 록의 큰 특징 중 하나다.

 

이런 일관된 주제 의식이 앨범커버에도 적용되는 것은 물론이다. 한 마디로 어떤 틀에 음악을 가두지 않고 새로운 형식과 효과를 창조하는 데 모든 노력을 기울이는 대단히 진지하고 학구적인 부류라고 할 수 있다. 앨범커버 역시 대단히 진지하게 접근하는데, 밴드 멤버가 등장하는 경우는 드물며, 고전 음악을 적극 끌어들이는 장르답게 회화성이 짙게 배어나온다. 초현실주의와 신화적 회화가 이들이 앨범커버에 자주 등장하는 스타일이다.

 

킹 크림슨의 대표작인 [인 더 코트 오브 더 크림슨 킹]도 회화성이 짙은 프로그레시브 록 앨범커버의 걸작이다. 공포에 질린 듯 화면 가득한 얼굴은 사실 ‘공포’를 표현한 것이 아니라 편집증적 피해망상과 정신 분열을 포착한 것이다. 망상과 정신 분열은 킹 크림슨 음악의 저변에 깔린 일관된 주제다. 리더인 로버트 프립(Robert Fripp)은 이처럼 무겁고 암울한 곡을 만들어냈고, 초창기 멤버이며 시인인 피터 신필드(Peter Sinfield)가 곡에 맞게 가사를 만들었다.

 

피터 신필드는 밴드에 들어가기 전 컴퓨터 프로그래머로서 배리 고드버와 함께 일했는데, 그는 아티스트이기도 했다. 그리고 킹 크림슨의 멤버가 된 뒤 고드버에게 앨범커버 작업을 의뢰했다. 고드버는 거울로 자신의 얼굴을 보고 이 그림을 창조했다. 그리고 앨범이 발매된 이듬해 고드버는 심장마비로 세상을 떠났다. 이 그림은 그가 남긴 유일한 회화 작품이다. 로버트 프립은 이 그림을 소중히 간직하고 있다.

 

 

 

 

 

 

산 사람이 죽은 이에게 말을 했다.  "자네 어디에 있었나"
"난 이곳에도 있었고, 그곳에도 있었다네, 그리고 그 중간 어디쯤에도 있어보았지."
 
바람에게 말을 걸지, 내 이야기들은 모두 전해지지,
바람에게 말을 걸지, 바람은 듣지 않네, 바람은 들을 수 없네,

I'm on the outside looking inside What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion All around me.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

You don't possess me, Don't impress me
Just upset my mind Can't instruct me or conduct me

 

손에 잡히지 않는 바람처럼 무엇하나도 잡히지가 않는다. 
애당초 내것은 처음부터 아무것도 없었던 것처럼.. 
사는게 허무하고 외로워질때마다 바람에게 말을 건다.
난 지금 어디를 가고있는걸까, 이 무심한 바람은 어디를 향해 부는걸까

 
공허함으로 가득찬 밤.....
그냥  아무도 없는 곳에서 하고싶은말이 왜 하필 "미안해" 일까 
누구한테 미안한걸까... 
 

 

 

앨범자켓이 특이하다. 누가 그렸는가?

Barry Godber (British, 1946-1970)

 

 

 

 

Portrait of
21st Century Schizoid Man - 1969
Watercolor

"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield


The Album and the Artist:
This painting of the 21st Century Schizoid Man appears on the cover of the 1969 record album "Court of the Crimson King" by the British progressive rock group King Crimson. The cover is as strange, haunting and powerful as anything else to do with the group. It was painted by Barry Godber who was an artist and a computer programmer. This was the only album cover he painted. Barry died in February 1970 at the age of 24. The cover was as much a definitive statement , and a classic, as the album. The original painting is owned by Robert Fripp.

A Letter from Peter Sinfield:
Dear KJK,

I know that face from somewhere....!!!!

Barry Godber with his album cover
Just to set the record (or to be sure, - its COVER) - straight!!! Barry was very ENGLISH. He was always an artist having studied at Chelsea Art School with the likes of now famous painters such as erm... Dougie Field.

He was one of the most charming, beautiful, in face and spirit, mischievious souls I have ever met. A comparison - well a sort of Nick Drake ... but not as "obviously" profound and moody. He was a darlin' man. . . He got all the girls. . . I used to watch and follow him around with a mixture of admiration and envy.

Now the great irony. Perhaps, tired of charming his way through the psychadelic puddles of swinging London instead of applying himself to his ART he decided to get a "real job". We will forever wonder why. Anyway he joined me at a company called at the time -"English Electric Computers" (later ICL) and become, as I had been for many years, a computer operator / programmer...this was a fantastic job to have at the time .... one - we were working, albeit with punched cards and paper tape and those big flicking backwards and forwards reels of tape that you see in old SF movies. Two - we worked shifts and thus having worked so many nights etc ... had days and days of freedom to get very very stoned. You are waiting for the irony ... OK here tis... not long after Mad Bad Barry decided to become less SO... Tired of being told to wear the suit and cut the hair. one day I walked into my bosses office ( Mr. Smith... no really) and handed in my resignation . . .and informed him I was leaving to be FREE and to become a songwriter. As I recall among his "are you sure" and other words he told me kindly that "my job would be here when I needed it back. . . . ." (Which certainly burnt that bridge!) - So thus my admired free-rogue of a friend Barry Godber joined and I, with much trepidation, left the grey stream.

Anyway after the traditional year of starving I met an amazing man called Ian McDonald who said (and this is true) "well I don't think your band is much good but you write some interesting words - you wanna try and write....." He went on to join Giles Giles and Fripp -- me follow on as roadie . . light man.... lyricist ...rename/frame band person - er, the rest is 'istory.

While finishing the first album , in need of a cover , I played some of the tracks to Barry (one of the few Artists I knew) and for some reason I had a feeling he would . . . . which he did!! (much to Michael Giles' horror) and then just after hundreds of record shop windows' were full of his art (his face incidentaly in a mirror) he went and died on us.

Which to say the least: was inconsiderate of him. I miss him. And I don't much go in for regret and/or missing people.

Very best wishes,

Peter Sinfield
UK
14 July 1999

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

첫번째 앨범
IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING an observation by KING CRIMSON

ROBERT FRIPP: GUITAR
IAN McDONALD: REEDS, WOODWIND, VIBES, KEYBOARDS, MELLOTRON, VOCALS
GREG LAKE: BASS GUITAR, LEAD VOCALS
MICHAEL GILES: DRUMS, PERCUSSION, VOCALS
PETER SINFIELD: WORDS AND ILLUMINATION

21st CENTURY SCHIZOID MAN including Mirrors

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 schizoid man.
Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.

I TALK TO THE WIND


Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between.
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
 The wind cannot hear.
I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me.
You don't possess me
Don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.



EPITAPH including March for no Reason and Tomorrow and Tomorrow


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
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.



MOONCHILD including The Dream and The Illusion


Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lovely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadow
of the willow.
Talking to the trees of the
cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the
night-birds song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain.
She's a moonchild
Gathering the flowers in a garden.
Lovely moonchild
Drifting on the echoes of the hours.
Sailing on the wind
in a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and seek
with the ghosts of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sun child.



THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING including The Return of the Fire Witch and The Dance of the Puppets


The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
the funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern  juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.

on soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.



 
 
 
 
두번째 앨범
IN THE WAKE OF THE POSEIDON 

ROBERT FRIPP: GUITAR, MELLOTRON & DEVICES
GREG LAKE: VOCALS
MICHAEL GILES: DRUMS
PETER GILES: BASS
KEITH TIPPET: PIANO
MEL COLLINS: SAXES & FLUTE
GORDON HASKELL: VOCAL on "CADENCE AND CASCADE"
PETER SINFIELD: WORDS 
PEACE - A BEGINNING 
I am the ocean
Lit by the flame
I am the mountain
Peace is my name
I am the river
Touched by the wind
I am the story
I never end.
        Fripp, Sinfield

PICTURES OF A CITY including 42nd at Treadmill 
Concrete cold face cased in steel
Stark sharp glass-eyed crack and peel
Bright light scream beam brake and squeal
Red white green white neon wheel.
Dream flesh love chase perfumed skin
Greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin
Spice ice dance chance sickly grin
Pasteboard time slot sweat and spin.
Blind stick blind drunk cannot see
Mouth dry tongue tied cannot speak
Concrete dream flesh broken shell
Lost soul lost trace lost in hell.
                        Fripp, Sinfield

CADENCE AND CASCADE 
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 aside.
Sad paper courtesan
They found him just a man.
Caravan hotel
Where the sequin spell fell
Custom of the game.
Cadence oiled in love
Licked his velvet gloved hand
Cascade kissed his name.
Sad paper courtesan
They knew him just a man.
                Fripp, Sinfield

IN THE WAKE OF POSEIDON including Libra's Theme 
Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes
Snare truth in bone and globe.
Harlequins coin pointless games
Sneer jokes in parrot's robe.
Two women weep, Dame Scarlet Screen
Sheds sudden theatre rain,
Whilst dark in dream the Midnight Queen
Knows every human pain.
In air, fire, earth and water
World on the scales.
Air, fire, earth and water
Balance of change
World on the scales
on the scales.
Bishop's kings spin judgement's blade
Scratch "Faith" on nameless graves.
Harvest hags Hoard ash and sand
Rack rope and chain for slaves
Who fireside fear fermented words
Then rear to spoil the feast;
Whilst in the aisle the mad man smiles
To him it matters least.
Heroes hands drain stones for blood
To whet the scaling knife.
Magi blind with visions light
Net death in dread of life.
Their children kneel in Jesus till
They learn the price of nail;
Whilst all around our mother earth
Waits balanced on the scales.
                Fripp, Sinfield

PEACE - A THEME 
Fripp 
CAT FOOD 
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 come back for more!"
Lady Window Shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew;
Croaking to a neighbour while she polishes a sabre
Knows how to flavour a stew.
Never need to worry with a tin of 'Hurri Curri':
"Poisoned especially for you!"
No use to complain
If you're caught out in the rain;
Your mother's quite insane.
Cat food  cat food  cat food  again.
Lady Yellow Stamper with a fillet in a hamper
Dying to finish the course;
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label
Drowning in miracle sauce.
Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food,
"Not even fit for a horse!"
                Fripp, Sinfield, McDonald

THE DEVIL'S TRIANGLE 
Fripp 
MERDAY MORN 
Fripp, McDonald 
HAND OF SCEIRON 
Fripp 
GARDEN OF WORM 
Fripp 
PEACE - AN END 
Peace is a word
Of the sea and the wind.
Peace is a bird who sings
As you smile.
Peace is the love
Of a foe as a friend;
Peace is the love you bring
To a child
Searching for me
You look everywhere,
Except beside you.
Searching for you
You look everywhere,
But not inside you.
Peace is a stream
From the heart of a man;
Peace is a man, whose breadth
Is the dawn.
Peace is a dawn
on a day without end;
Peace is the end, like death
Of the war.
                Fripp, Sinfield

 
 
 
세번째 앨범
LIZARD 

ROBERT FRIPP: GUITAR, MELLOTRON, ELECTRIC KEYBOARDS & DEVICES
MEL COLLINS: FLUTE & SAXES
GORDON HASKELL: BASS GUITAR & VOCALS
ANDY McCULLOCH: DRUMS
PETER SINFIELD: WORDS & PICTURES
with:
ROBIN MILLER: OBOE & COR ANGLAIS
MARK CHARIG: CORNET
NICK EVANS: TROMBONE
KEITH TIPPET: PIANO & ELECTRIC PIANO
JON ANDERSON of YES: VOCALS on "PRINCE RUPERT AWAKES"
CIRKUS 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 a horse, sunrise and graveyard,
Told me only I was her;
Bid me face the east closed me in questions
Built the sky for my dawn . . .
Cleaned my feet of mud, followed the empty
Zebra ride to the Cirkus,
Past a painted cage, spoke to the paybox
Glove which wrote on my tongue-
Pushed me down a slide to the arena,
Megaphonium fanfare.
In his cloak of words strode the ringmaster
Bid me join the parade . . .
"Worship!" cried the clown, "I am a T.I.
Making bandsmen go clockwork,
See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman;
Bareback ladies have fish."
Strongmen by his feet, plate-spinning statesman,
Acrobatically juggling-
Bids his tamers go quiet the tumblers
Lest the mirror stop turning . . .
Elephants forgot, force-fed on stale chalk,
Ate the floors of their cages.
Strongmen lost their hair, paybox collapsed and
Lions sharpened their teeth.
Gloves raced round the ring, stallions stampeded
Pandemonium seesaw . . .
I ran for the door, ringmasters shouted,
"All the fun of the Cirkus!"

INDOOR GAMES 
Indoor fireworks amuse your kitchen staff
Dusting plastic garlic plants
They snigger in the draught
When you ride through the parlour
Wearing nothing but your armour-
Playing Indoor Games.

one string puppet shows amuse
Your sycophantic friends
Who cheer your rancid recipes
In fear they might offend,
Whilst you loaf on your sofa
Sporting falsies and a toga-
Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games.
Your mean teetotum spins arouse your seventh wife
Who pats her sixty little skins
And reinsures your life,
Whilst you sulk in your sauna
'Cos you lost your jigsaw corner-
Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games.
Each afternoon you train baboons to sing
Or swim in purple perspex water wings.
Come Saturday jump hopper, chelsea brigade,
High bender-trender it's all Indoor Games.
No ball bagatelle incites
Your children to conspire,
They slide across your frying pan
And fertilize your fire;
Still you and Jones go madder
Broken bones-broken ladder-
Hey Ho . . .

HAPPY FAMILY 
Happy family, one hand clap, four went by and
 none come back.
Brother Judas, ash and sack, swallowed aphrodisiac.
Rufus, Silas, Jonah too sang, "We'll blow our own 
 canoes,"
Poked a finger in the zoo, punctured all the ballyhoo
Whipped the world and beat the clock, wound up
 with their share of stock.
Silver Rolls from golden rock, shaken by a knock,
 knock, knock.
Happy family, wave that grin, what goes round
 must surely spin;
Cheesecake, mousetrap, Grip-Pipe-Thynne cried out,
 "We're not Rin Tin Tin."
Uncle Rufus grew his nose, threw away his circus
 clothes
Cousin Silas grew a beard, drew another flask of
 weird
Nasty Jonah grew a wife, Judas drew his pruning
 knife.
Happy family one hand clap, four went on but none
 came back
Happy family, pale applause, each to his revolving
 doors.
Silas searching, Rufus neat, Jonah caustic, Jude
 so sweet.
Let their sergeant mirror spin if we lose the barbers
 win;
Happy family one hand clap, four went on but none
 came back

 LADY OF THE DANCING WATER 


Grass in your hair stretched like a lion in the sun
Restlessly turned moistened your mouth with your
 tongue.
Pouring my wine in your eyes caged mine     glowing
Touching your face my fingers strayed     knowing.
I called you lady of the dancing water.
Blown autumn leaves shed to the fire where you laid
 me
Burn slow to ash just as my days now seem to be.
I feel you still always your eyes         glowing
Remembered hours salt, earth and flowers  flowing
Farewell my lady of the dancing water.



 LIZARD 

A:Prince Rupert Awakes

Farewell the temple master's bells
His kiosk and his black worm seed
Courtship solely of his word
With Eden guaranteed.
For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass
Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed
Scar the sacred tablet of wax
on which the Lizards feed.
Wake your reason's hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the throat.
Go Polonius or kneel
The reapers name their harvest dawn
All your tarnished devil's spoons
Will rust beneath our corn.
Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam
Across his rain tree shaded lawn
Lizard bones become the clay-
And there a Swan is born
Wake your reasons' hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the throat.
Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court
Round which upholstered Lizards sold
Visions to their leaden flock
Of rainbows' ends and gold.
Now tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings
Of walls and trumpets thousand fold
Prophets chained for burning masks
And reels of dream unrolled . . .


B:Bolero - the Peacock's Tale (Instrumental)



C:The Battle of Glass Tears

Night enfolds her cloak of holes
Around the river meadow.
Old moon-light stalks by broken ploughs
Hides spokeless wheels in shadow.
Sentries lean on thorn wood spears
Blow on their hands, stare eastwards.
Burnt with dream and taut with fear
Dawn's misty shawl upon them.
Three hills apart great armies stir
Spit oat and curse as day breaks.
Forming lines of horse and steel
By even yards march forward.



네 번째 앨범
ISLANDS 

ROBERT FRIPP: GUITAR, MELLOTRON, PETER'S PEDAL, HARMONIUM AND SUNDRY IMPLEMENTS
MEL COLLINS: FLUTE, BASS FLUTE, SAXES AND VOCALS
BOZ: BASS GUITAR, LEAD VOCALS AND CHOREOGRAPHY
IAN WALLACE: DRUMS, PERCUSSIONS ADN VOCALS
PETER SINFIELD: WORDS, SOUNDS AND VISIONS
with:
KEITH TIPPET: PIANO
PAULINA LUCAS: SOPRANO
ROBIN MILLER: OBOE
MARK CHARIG: CORNET
HARRY MILLER: STRING BASS
FORMENTERA LADY 
Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore-line
Cornered by the cactus and the pine.
Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
Down a sun-baked crumpled stony road.
Dusty wheels leaning rusting in the sun;
Snuff brown walls where Spanish lizards run.
Here I'm shadowed by a dragon fig tree's fan
Ringed by ants and musing over man.
I'll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down
Won't climb any high thing while the sun shine.
Formentera Lady sing your song for me
Formentera Lady sweet lover.
Lamplights glows on old guitars the travellers strum;
Insence children dance to an Indian drum.
Here Odysseus charmed for dark Circe fell,
Still her perfume lingers still her spell.
Time's grey hand won't catch me while the sun shine down
Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine.
Formentera Lady dance your dance for me
Formentera Lady dark lover.

SAILOR'S TALE (instrumental)
THE LETTERS 
With quill and silver knife
She carved a poison pen
Wrote to her lover's wife:
"Your husband's seed has fed my flesh".
As if a leper's face
That tainted letter graced
The wife with choke-stone throat
Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes.
Impaled on nails of ice
And raked with emerald fire
The wife with soul of snow
With steady hands begins to write:
"I'm still, I need no life
To serve on boys and men
What's mine was yours is dead
I take my leave of mortal flesh"

LADIES OF THE ROAD
A flower lady's daughter
As sweet as holy water
Said: "I'm the school reporter
Please teach me", well I taught her.
Two fingered levi'd sister
Said, "Peace", I stopped I kissed her.
Said, "I'm a male resister",
I smiled and just unzipped her.
High diving chinese trender
Black hair and black suspender
Said, "Please me no surrender
Just love to feel your Fender".
All of you know that the girls of the road
Are like apples you stole in your youth.
All of you know that the girls of the road
Been around but are versed in the truth.
Stone-headed Frisco spacer
Ate all the meat I gave her
Said would I like to taste hers
And even craved the flavour
"Like marron-glaced fish bones
Oh lady hit the road!"
All of you know that the girls of the road
Are like apples you stole in your youth.
All of you know that the girls of the road
Been around but are versed in the truth.

PRELUDE: SONG OF THE GULLS (instrumental)
ISLANDS 
Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island.
My sunsets fade.
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after grain love erodes my
High weathered walls which fend off the tide
Cradle the wind
to my island.
Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
Mournfully glide o'er my island.
My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale,
Dissolves in the sun.
Love's web is spun - cats prowl, mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island,
Touch me.
Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands
'Neathe heaven's sea.
Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone
Hungrily reach from my island.
Clutch sailor's words - pearls and gourds
Are strewn on my shore.
Equal in love, bound in circles.
Earth, stream and tree return to the sea
Waves sweep sand from my island,
from me.

 
다섯번째 앨범
EARTHBOUND 
  • 21st CENTURY SCHIZOID MAN (11.45)
  • PEORIA (7:30)
  • THE SAILORS TALE (4:45)
  • EARTHBOUND (7:08)
  • GROON (15:30)
SCHIZOID MAN and GROON were recorded at Willmington, Delaware on 11 February 1972; PEORIA at Peoria on 10 March 1972; THE SAILORS TALE at Jacksonsville, Florida 26 February 1972; EARTHBOUND at Orlando, Florida 27 February 1972.
ROBERT FRIPP: ELECTRIC GUITAR
MEL COLLINS: ALTO, TENOR & BARITONE SAXES, MELLOTRON
BOZ: BASS GUITAR & VOCALS
IAN WALLACE: DRUMS
 
 
 
6번째 앨범
LARKS' TONGUES IN ASPIC 
DAVID CROSS: VIOLIN, VIOLA, MELLOTRON
ROBERT FRIPP: GUITAR, MELLOTRON & DEVICES
JOHN WETTON: BASS & VOCALS
BILL BRUFORD: DRUMS
JAMIE MUIR: PERCUSSIONS & ALLSORTS 
LARKS' TONGUES IN ASPIC, Part one (Instrumental)
BOOK OF SATURDAY 
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 lay cards upon the table
The backs of our hands
And I swear I like your people
The boys in the band
Reminiscences gone astray
Coming back to enjoy the fray
In a tangle of night and daylight sounds...
All completeness in the morning
Asleep on your side
I'll be waking up the crewmen
Banana-boat ride
She responds like a limousine
Brought alive on the silent screen
To the shuddering breath of yesterday...
There's the succour of the needy
Incredible scenes
I'll believe you in the future
Your life and death dreams
As the cavalry of despair
Takes a stand in the lady's hair
For the favour of making sweet sixteen...
You make my life and times
A book of bluesy Saturdays
And I have to chose...

EXILES 
Now...in this faraway land
Strange...that the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy
Spring...and the air's turning mild
City lights...and the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry
Friends...do they know what I mean
Rain...and the gathering green
Of an afternoon out-of-town
But Lord I had to go
My trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkard's name for me
Though now this other life
Has brought a different understanding
And from these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alone's no injury...
My home...was a place near the sand
Cliffs...and a military band
Blew and air of normality

EASY MONEY 
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 all a-shake
You could never tell a winner from a snake
but you always make money
             Easy money
With your figure and your face
Strutting out at every race
Throw a glass around the place
Show the colour of your crimson suspenders
We would take the money home
Sit around the family throne
My old dog could chew his bone
For two weeks we could appease the Almighty
             Easy money
Got no truck with the la-di-da
Keep my bread in an old fruit jar
Drive you out in a motor-car
Getting fat on your lucky star just making

 
7번째 앨범
STARLESS AND BIBLE BLACK 


DAVID CROSS: VIOLIN, VIOLA, KEYBOARDS
ROBERT FRIPP: GUITAR, MELLOTRON, DEVICES
JOHN WETTON: BASS AND VOICE
WILLIAM BRUFORD: PERCUSSIVES 
THE GREAT DECEIVER
Health-food faggot with a bartered bride
Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride
once had a friend with a cloven foot
once he called the tune in a chequered quit
Great Deceiver
In the door on the floor in a paper bag
There's a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag
She raised him up and she called him son
And she canonised the ground that he walked upon
Great Deceiver
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, cadillacs blue jeans
In the night he's a star in the Milky Way
He's a man of the world by the light of day
A golden smile and a proposition
And the breath of God smells of sweet sedition
Great Deceiver
Sing hymns make love get high fall dead
He'll bring his perfume to your bed
He'll charm your life 'til the cold winds blow
Then he'll sell your dreams to a picture show
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cadillacs, blue jeans, dixieland playing on the ferry
Cadillacs, blues jeans, drop a glass full of antique sherry

LAMENT
I guess I tried to show you how
I'd take the crowd with my guitar
And business men would clap their hands
And clip another fat cigar
And publishers would spread the news
And print my music far and wide
And all the kids who played the blues
Would learn my licks with a bottle neck slide
But now it seems the bubble's burst
Although you know there was a time
When love songs gathered in my head
With poetry in every line
And strong men strove to hold the doors
While with my friends I passed the age
When people stomped on dirty floors
Before I trod the rock'n'roll stage
I'll thank the man who's on the 'phone
And if he has the time to spend
The problem I'll explain once more
And indicate a sum to lend
That ten percent is now a joke
Maybe thirty, even thirty-five
I'll say my daddy's had a stroke
He'd have one now, if he only was alive
I like the way you look at me
You're laughing too down there inside
I took my chance and you took yours
You crewed my ship, we missed the tide
I like the way the music goes
There's a few good guys who can play it right
I like the way it moves my toes
Just say when you want to go and dance all night...

THE NIGHT WATCH
Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
That golden light all grimy now
Three hundred years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His creditors and councillors
In armour bright, the merchant men
Official moments of the guild
In poses keen from bygone days
The city fathers frozen there
Upon the canvas dark with age
The smell of paint, a flask of wine
And turn those faces all to me
The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft
And Dutch respectability
They make their entrance one by one
Defenders of that way of life
The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
Guitar lessons for the wife
So many years we suffered here
Our country racked with Spanish wars
Now comes a chance to find ourselves
And quiet reigns behind our doors
We think about posterity again
And so the pride of little men
The burghers good and true
Still living through the painter's hand
Request you all to understand

 
 
 
8번째 앨범
RED 

ROBERT FRIPP: GUITAR AND MELLOTRON
JOHN WETTON: BASS AND VOICE
WILLIAM BRUFORD: PERCUSSIVES
with:
DAVID CROSS: VIOLIN
MEL COLLINS: SOPRANO SAXOPHONE
IAN McDONALD: ALTO SAXOPHONE
ROBIN MILLER: OBOE
MARC CHARIG: CORNET 
RED (Instrumental)
 FALLEN ANGEL
  
Tears of joy at the birth of a brother
Never alone from that time
Sixteen Years through knife fights and danger
Strangely why his life not mine
West side skyline crying
Fallen angel dying
Risk a life to make a dime
Lifetimes spent on the streets of a city
Make us the people we are
Switchblade stings in one tenth of a moment
Better get back to the car
Snow white side streets of cold New York City
Stained with his blood it all went wrong
Sick and tired blue wicked and wild
God only knows for how long
Fallen angel
Fallen angel
West side skyline
Crying for an angel dying
Life expiring in the city
Fallen angel...

ONE MORE RED NIGHTMARE
Pan American nightmare
Ten thousand feet fun-fair
Convinved that I don't care
It's safe as houses I swear
I was just sitting musing
The virtues of cruising
When altitude dropping
My ears started popping
one more red nightmare
Sweat beginning to pour down
My neck as I turn round
I heard fortune shouting
Just get off of this outing
A farewell swan song
See you know how turbulence can be
The stewardess made me
one more red nightmare
Reality stirred me
My angel had heard me
The prayer had been answered
A reprieve has been granted
The dream was now broken
Thought rudely awoken
Really safe and sound
Asleep on the Greyhound
one more red nightmare

PROVIDENCE (Instrumental)
STARLESS
Sundown dazzling day
Gold through my eyes
But my eyes turned within
only see
Starless and bible black
Ice blue silver sky
Fades into grey
To a grey hope that oh years to be
Starless and bible black
Old friend charity
Cruel twisted smile
And the smile signals emptiness
For me
Starless and bible black

 
 
8번째 앨범
USA 
  • LARKS' TONGUES IN ASPIC, PART II (6:37)
  • LAMENT (4:02)
  • EXILES (7:05)
  • ASBURY PARK (6:48)
  • EASY MONEY (5:31)
  • 21st CENTURY SCHIZOID MAN (7:27)

DAVID CROSS: VIOLIN AND KEYBOARDS
ROBERT FRIPP: GUITAR AND MELLOTRON
JOHN WETTON: BASS AND VOICE
WILLIAM BRUFORD: PERCUSSIVES
 
 
9번째 앨범
DISCIPLINE 

ADRIAN BELEW: GUITAR, LEAD VOCAL
ROBERT FRIPP: GUITAR AND DEVICES
TONY LEVIN: STICK, BASS GUITAR, SUPPORT VOCAL
BILL BRUFORD: BATTERIE 
Elephant Talk
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 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
Dialogue, dualogue, diatribe,
Dissention, declamation
Double talk, double talk
Talk, talk, it's all talk
Too much talk
Small talk
Talk that trash
ｅxpressions, editorials, expugnations, exclamations, enfadulations
It's all talk
Elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk

Frame by Frame
...
Matte Kudasai 
...
Indiscipline 
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 consistant.
I wish you were here to see it.
I like it.

Thela Hun Ginjeet 
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..
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"
Who should appear, but two policeman.

 
 
10번째 앨범
BEAT 

ADRAIN BELEW: GUITAR, LEAD VOCAL
ROBERT FRIPP: GUITAR, ORGAN, FRIPPERTRONICS
TONY LEVIN: STICK, BASS GUITAR, SUPPORT VOCAL
BILL BRUFORD: DRUMMING 
Neal and Jack and Me 
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.m....Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...

Heartbeat 
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
right next to you
feel your heartbeat heartbeat
right next to me.....

Sartori in Tangier (instrumental)
Waiting Man 
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...

Neurotica 
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
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...

Two Hands 
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...
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...

The Howler 
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.....

 
 
11번째 앨범
THREE OF A PERFECT PAIR 

ADRIAN BELEW: VOICE, FRETTED AND FRETLESS GUITARS
ROBERT FRIPP: GUITAR
TONY LEVIN: BASS, STICK, SYNTH AND BACKGROUND VOICE
BILL BRUFORD: ACOUSTIC AND ELECTRIC DRUMMING 
Three of a Perfect Pair
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 agggravated
and full of this hopelessness
what a perfect mess...

Model Man
look at the signs
look at the symptoms
look at 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...

Sleepless
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?...

Man with an Open Heart
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...
wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart...
here comes right now...

Nuages (That Which Passes, Passes Like Clouds) (instrumental)
Industry (instrumental)
Dig Me
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 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 want to die in here
I'm ready to ride
mmy skin is metallic now, no longer an 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

 
 
12번째 앨범
DINOSAUR 
  • DINOSAUR(edit) (4:39)
  • VROOOM (7:33) 
  • CLOUDSCAPE (1:16)
  • ELEPHANT TALK (4:06)
  • RED (5:53)
    DINOSAUR - Full length version on album THRAK. VROOOM - Remastered from the album VROOOM (1994) CLOUDSCAPE, ELEPHANT TALK & RED recorded live in Buenos Aires, October 1994. 
 
 
 
 
13번째 앨범
THRAK 

               ROBERT FRIPP              ADRIAN BELEW
            Guitar, Soundscapes           Guitar, Voice
               Mellotron                            Words
       TREY GUNN                                 TONY LEVIN
         Stick                            Upright & Electric Basses
     Backing Vocals                             Backing Vocals
              PAT MASTELOTTO            BILL BRUFORD
                  Acoustic & Electronic Drumming
Music by King Crimson. Words by Adrian Belew. Published by Crimson Music / BMG Music Publishing.
Produced by King Crimson and David Bottrill.
(c) 1995 Discipline Global Mobile
VROOOM (Instrumental) 
MARINE 475 
Marine 
475, 410, 
400,062, 
1009, 
1097,65, 
Non- 
Marine 10, 
190,510, 
1148 
Motor 254 
Aviation 
545 

DINOSAUR
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 

WALKING on AIR
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 

B'BOOM (Instrumental) 
THRAK (Instrumental) 
INNER GARDEN I (Instrumental) 
PEOPLE
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 

RADIO I (Instrumental) 
ONE TIME 
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 

RADIO II (Instrumental)
INNER GARDEN 
* 
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" 

** 
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. 
( * Inner Garden I, ** Inner Garden II) 

SEX SLEEP EAT DRINK DREAM 
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 

 
14번째 앨범
THE YOUNG PERSONS' GUIDE TO KING CRIMSON
  • EPITAPH (8:52)
  • CADENCE AND CASCADE (3:36)
  • LADIES OF THE ROAD (5:27)
  • I TALK TO THE WIND (3:15) PREVIOUSLY UNRELEASED VERSION
  • RED (6:18)
  • STARLESS (12:17)
  • THE NIGHT WATCH (4:38)
  • BOOK OF SATURDAY (2:52)
  • PEACE - A THEME (1:14)
  • CAT FOOD (2:43)
  • GROON (3:30)RELEASED AS A SINGLE WITH "CAT FOOD" IN MARCH 1970 
  • CODA FROM LARKS' TONGUES IN ASPIC, PART II (2:09)
  • MOONCHILD (2:24)
  • TRIO (5:36)
  • IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING (9:21)
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