King Crimson We'll Let You Know歌词

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

21st Century Schizoid Man - Steve Ray Vaughan 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 f

Lady Of The Dancing Water Grass in your hair stretched like a lion in the sun Restlessly turned moistened your mouth with your tonque. Pouring my wine your eyes caged mine glowing Touching your face my finger strayed knowing I called you lady of the

Epitaph 死亡墓铭 [歌词] 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 When silence

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 ke

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 ma

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 r

call her moonchild dancing in the shallows of a river lonely moonchild dreaming in the shadows of a 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

Farewell the temple master's bells His kiosk and his black wormseed 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 wax On which the Lizards feed. Wak

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 see his face...he was holding a gun Against me and...um....i was thinking this is a dangerous place Well, this i