• King Crimson lyrics - Album: In the Wake of Poseidon [1970]



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    Peace - A Beginning
    I am the ocean
    Lit by the flame
    I am the mountain
    Peace is my name
    I am the river
    Touched by the wind
    I am the story
    I never end.
    Fripp, Sinfield
    Pictures Of A Sity

    including 42nd at Treadmill

    Concrete cold face cased in steel
    Stark sharp glass-eyed crack and peel
    Bright light scream beam brake and squeal
    Red white green white neon wheel.

    Dream flesh love chase perfumed skin
    Greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin
    Spice ice dance chance sickly grin
    Pasteboard time slot sweat and spin.

    Blind stick blind drunk cannot see
    Mouth dry tongue tied cannot speak
    Concrete dream flesh broken shell
    Lost soul lost trace lost in hell.
    Fripp, Sinfield
    Cadence And Cascade*

    Cadence and Cascade
    Kept a man named Jade;
    Cool in the shade
    While his audience played.
    Purred, whispered, "Spend us too:
    We only serve for you".

    Sliding mystified
    On the wine of the tide
    Stared pale-eyed
    As his veil fell aside.
    Sad paper courtesan
    They found him just a man.

    Caravan hotel
    Where the sequin spell fell
    Custom of the game.
    Cadence oiled in love
    Licked his velvet gloved hand
    Cascade kissed his name.

    Sad paper courtesan
    They knew him just a man.
    Fripp, Sinfield
    In The Wake Of Poseidon

    including Libra's Theme

    Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes
    Snare truth in bone and globe.
    Harlequins coin pointless games
    Sneer jokes in parrot's robe.
    Two women weep, Dame Scarlet Screen
    Sheds sudden theatre rain,
    Whilst dark in dream the Midnight Queen
    Knows every human pain.

    In air, fire, earth and water
    World on the scales.
    Air, fire, earth and water
    Balance of change
    World on the scales
    On the scales.

    Bishop's kings spin judgement's blade
    Scratch "Faith" on nameless graves.
    Harvest hags Hoard ash and sand
    Rack rope and chain for slaves
    Who fireside fear fermented words
    Then rear to spoil the feast;
    Whilst in the aisle the mad man smiles
    To him it matters least.

    Heroes hands drain stones for blood
    To whet the scaling knife.
    Magi blind with visions light
    Net death in dread of life.
    Their children kneel in Jesus till
    They learn the price of nail;
    Whilst all around our mother earth
    Waits balanced on the scales.
    Fripp, Sinfield

    Side Two
    Peace - A Theme

    Cat Food

    Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
    Knocks in the manager's door;
    Grooning to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack
    Lays out her goods on the floor;
    Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen.
    "Eat it and come back for more!"

    Lady Window Shopper with a new one in the hopper
    Whips up a chemical brew;
    Croaking to a neighbour while she polishes a sabre
    Knows how to flavour a stew.
    Never need to worry with a tin of 'Hurri Curri':
    "Poisoned especially for you!"

    No use to complain
    If you're caught out in the rain;
    Your mother's quite insane.
    Cat food cat food cat food again.

    Lady Yellow Stamper with a fillet in a hamper
    Dying to finish the course;
    Goodies for the table with a fable on the label
    Drowning in miracle sauce.
    Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food,
    "Not even fit for a horse!"
    Fripp, Sinfield, McDonald
    The Devil's Triangle


    Fripp, McDonald


    Peace - An End

    Peace is a word
    Of the sea and the wind.
    Peace is a bird who sings
    As you smile.
    Peace is the love
    Of a foe as a friend;
    Peace is the love you bring
    To a child

    Searching for me
    You look everywhere,
    Except beside you.
    Searching for you
    You look everywhere,
    But not inside you.

    Peace is a stream
    From the heart of a man;
    Peace is a man, whose breadth
    Is the dawn.
    Peace is a dawn
    On a day without end;
    Peace is the end, like death
    Of the war.
    Fripp, Sinfield
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