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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bill Bruford
Bill Bruford
Drums
David Cross
David Cross
Keyboards
John Wetton
John Wetton
Bass Guitar
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Wetton
John Wetton
Composer
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
Composer
Richard Palmer-James
Richard Palmer-James
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Singleton
David Singleton
Mastering Engineer
George Chkiantz
George Chkiantz
Engineer
King Crimson
King Crimson
Producer
Neil Wilkes
Neil Wilkes
Mastering Engineer
Peter Henderson
Peter Henderson
Assistant Engineer
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
Mastering Engineer
Simon Heyworth
Simon Heyworth
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I guess I tried to show you how I'd take the crowd with my guitar 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 the kids who played the blues Would learn my licks with a bottle neck slide But now it seems the bubble's burst Though you know there was a time But love songs gathered in my head Poetry in every line And strong men strove to hold the doors With my friends I passed that age People stomped on dirty floors Before I trod the rock and roll stage I'll thank the man who's on the phone If he's got some time to spend The problem I'll explain once more Indicate a sum to lend Ten percent is now a joke Maybe 30, even 35 I'll say my daddy 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 A few good guys who can play it right Like the way it moves my toes Tell you when you wanna know and dance all night
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, William Scott Bruford, John Kenneth Wetton, David Francis Cross, Richard William Palmer James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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