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King Crimson lyrics - Album: Larks' Tongues in Aspic [1973]
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<blockquote data-quote="Floyd" data-source="post: 494" data-attributes="member: 1"><p><strong>Larks' Tongues In Aspic, Part One</strong></p><p>(Instrumental)</p><p><strong>Book Of Saturday</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>If I only could deceive you</p><p>Forgetting the game</p><p>Every time I try to leave you</p><p>You laugh just the same</p><p></p><p>'Cause my wheels never touch the road</p><p>And the jumble of lies we told</p><p>Just returns to my back to weigh me down...</p><p></p><p>We lay cards upon the table</p><p>The backs of our hands</p><p>And I swear I like your people</p><p>The boys in the band</p><p></p><p>Reminiscences gone astray</p><p>Coming back to enjoy the fray</p><p>In a tangle of night and daylight sounds...</p><p></p><p>All completeness in the morning</p><p>Asleep on your side</p><p>I'll be waking up the crewmen</p><p>Banana-boat ride</p><p></p><p>She responds like a limousine</p><p>Brought alive on the silent screen</p><p>To the shuddering breath of yesterday...</p><p></p><p>There's the succour of the needy</p><p>Incredible scenes</p><p>I'll believe you in the future</p><p>Your life and death dreams</p><p></p><p>As the cavalry of despair</p><p>Takes a stand in the lady's hair</p><p>For the favour of making sweet sixteen...</p><p></p><p>You make my life and times</p><p>A book of bluesy Saturdays</p><p>And I have to chose...</p><p><strong>Exiles</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Now...in this faraway land</p><p>Strange...that the palms of my hands</p><p>Should be damp with expectancy</p><p></p><p>Spring...and the air's turning mild</p><p>City lights...and the glimpse of a child</p><p>Of the alleyway infantry</p><p></p><p>Friends...do they know what I mean</p><p>Rain...and the gathering green</p><p>Of an afternoon out-of-town</p><p></p><p>But Lord I had to go</p><p>My trail was laid too slow behind me</p><p>To face the call of fame</p><p>Or make a drunkard's name for me</p><p>Though now this other life</p><p>Has brought a different understanding</p><p>And from these endless days</p><p>Shall come a broader sympathy</p><p>And though I count the hours</p><p>To be alone's no injury...</p><p></p><p>My home...was a place near the sand</p><p>Cliffs...and a military band</p><p>Blew and air of normality</p><p><strong>Easy Money</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Your admirers on the street</p><p>Gotta hoot and stamp their feet</p><p>In the heat from your physique</p><p>As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers</p><p></p><p>And I thought my heart would break</p><p>When you doubled up at the stake</p><p>With your fingers all a-shake</p><p>You could never tell a winner from a snake</p><p>but you always make money</p><p></p><p>Easy money</p><p></p><p>With your figure and your face</p><p>Strutting out at every race</p><p>Throw a glass around the place</p><p>Show the colour of your crimson suspenders</p><p></p><p>We would take the money home</p><p>Sit around the family throne</p><p>My old dog could chew his bone</p><p>For two weeks we could appease the Almighty</p><p></p><p>Easy money</p><p></p><p>Got no truck with the la-di-da</p><p>Keep my bread in an old fruit jar</p><p>Drive you out in a motor-car</p><p>Getting fat on your lucky star just making</p><p></p><p>Easy money.</p><p><strong>The Talking Drum</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>(Instrumental)</p><p><strong>Larks' Tongues In Aspic, Part Two</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>(Instrumental)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Floyd, post: 494, member: 1"] [B]Larks' Tongues In Aspic, Part One[/B] (Instrumental) [B]Book Of Saturday[/B] If I only could deceive you Forgetting the game Every time I try to leave you You laugh just the same 'Cause my wheels never touch the road And the jumble of lies we told Just returns to my back to weigh me down... We lay cards upon the table The backs of our hands And I swear I like your people The boys in the band Reminiscences gone astray Coming back to enjoy the fray In a tangle of night and daylight sounds... All completeness in the morning Asleep on your side I'll be waking up the crewmen Banana-boat ride She responds like a limousine Brought alive on the silent screen To the shuddering breath of yesterday... There's the succour of the needy Incredible scenes I'll believe you in the future Your life and death dreams As the cavalry of despair Takes a stand in the lady's hair For the favour of making sweet sixteen... You make my life and times A book of bluesy Saturdays And I have to chose... [B]Exiles[/B] Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's turning mild City lights...and the glimpse of a child Of the alleyway infantry Friends...do they know what I mean Rain...and the gathering green Of an afternoon out-of-town But Lord I had to go My trail was laid too slow behind me To face the call of fame Or make a drunkard's name for me Though now this other life Has brought a different understanding And from these endless days Shall come a broader sympathy And though I count the hours To be alone's no injury... My home...was a place near the sand Cliffs...and a military band Blew and air of normality [B]Easy Money[/B] Your admirers on the street Gotta hoot and stamp their feet In the heat from your physique As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers And I thought my heart would break When you doubled up at the stake With your fingers all a-shake You could never tell a winner from a snake but you always make money Easy money With your figure and your face Strutting out at every race Throw a glass around the place Show the colour of your crimson suspenders We would take the money home Sit around the family throne My old dog could chew his bone For two weeks we could appease the Almighty Easy money Got no truck with the la-di-da Keep my bread in an old fruit jar Drive you out in a motor-car Getting fat on your lucky star just making Easy money. [B]The Talking Drum[/B] (Instrumental) [B]Larks' Tongues In Aspic, Part Two[/B] (Instrumental) [/QUOTE]
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