King Crimson (80,32 %)

In the Court of the Crimson King (94,18 %)

In collection

King Crimson - In the Court of the Crimson King
Released: 1969-10-10
Type: studio

Ranking:
Artist:
1

Year (1969):
2

Decade (1960's):
2

Overall:
16

1.
21st Century Schizoid Man
07:23
2.
I Talk to the Wind
06:07
3.
Epitaph
08:48
4.
Moonchild
12:13
5.
The Court of the Crimson King
09:23
 
Album length:
43:54

Lyrics

1.
21st Century Schizoid Man
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
2.
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
3.
Epitaph
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 as silence drowns the screams

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

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
4.
Moonchild
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
5.
The Court of the Crimson King
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