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King Crimson - Lizard (Prince Rupert Awakes / Bolero / The Battle Of Glass Tears / Big Top)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Andrew McCulloch
Andrew McCulloch
Batterie
Gordon Haskell
Gordon Haskell
Chant
Jon Anderson
Jon Anderson
Chant
Keith Tippett
Keith Tippett
Piano
Mark Charig
Mark Charig
Cornet à pistons
Mel Collins
Mel Collins
Saxophone
Nick Evans
Nick Evans
Trombone
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
Guitare électrique
Robin Miller
Robin Miller
Hautbois
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
Composition
Peter Sinfield
Peter Sinfield
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David Singleton
David Singleton
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Geoff Workman
Geoff Workman
Ingénieries complémentaires
Neil Wilkes
Neil Wilkes
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Peter Sinfield
Peter Sinfield
Production
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
Production
Robin Thompson
Robin Thompson
Ingénierie
Simon Heyworth
Simon Heyworth
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

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 of glass Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed Scar the sacred tablet of wax On which the Lizards feed Wake your reason's hollow vote Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a Lizard by the throat Go Polonius or kneel The reapers name their harvest dawn All your tarnished devil's spoons Will rust beneath our corn Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam Across his rain tree shaded lawn Lizard bones become the clay And there a Swan is born Wake your reasons' hollow vote Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a Lizard by the throat Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court Round which upholstered Lizards sold Visions to their leaden flock Of rainbows' ends and gold Now tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings Of walls and trumpets thousand fold Prophets chained for burning masks And reels of dream unrolled Night enfolds her cloak of holes Around the river meadow Old moon-light stalks by broken ploughs Hides spokeless wheels in shadow Sentries lean on thorn wood spears Blow on their hands, stare eastwards Burnt with dream and taut with fear Dawn's misty shawl upon them Three hills apart great armies stir Spit oat and curse as day breaks Forming lines of horse and steel By even yards, march forward
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, Peter John Sinfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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