Members

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

Diskographie

1969   In the Court of the Crimson King
1970   Lizard
1970   In the Wake of Poseidon
1971   Islands
1973   Larks' Tongues in Aspic
1974   Red
1974   Starless and Bible Black
1981   Discipline
1982   Beat
1984   Three of a Perfect Pair
1995   THRAK

In the Court of the Crimson King

21st Century Schiuzoid Man Including Mirrors

(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 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.

Epitaph

(Including March For No Reason And 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 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.

In the Court of the Crimson King

including The Return Of The Fire Witch
and The Dance Of The Puppets
(McDonald / Sinfield)

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 grey 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 gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.

Published by yetidata hk 2006