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King Crimson

change The tournaments begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king

In one small pane of my window in Bude the ocean fits

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

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

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'

I was just now thinkin' about The jaws of life Ah, they chew you up Spit you right back into the frying pan And how life unwinds 'Round and 'round and

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 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

Call her moonchild Dancing in the shallows of a river Lovely moonchild Dreaming in the shadows of the willow Talking to the trees of the cobweb strange