King Crimson - Book of saturday

Tekst :

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...

Inne utwory

  • Neal and Jack and me
  • Supa-lova-bwoy
  • Neurotica
  • Moonchild
  • One more red nightmare
  • Fallen angel
  • Live saffair
  • Pictures of a city
  • Epitaph
  • Route 66
  • Like you
  • The court of the Crimson King
  • Three of a perfect pair
  • Indoor games
  • One time
  • A dangerous meeting
  • 21st century schizoid man
  • Losowe utwory

    New torch

    You are, you are
    You are everything in time and space
    Forget the face you knew

    You are, you are
    This was written in the afternoon
    The ancient runes of you

    Take a trip into the sky with me
    Fly with...

    Right by your side

    I see you as you’re feeling down
    Dreams crumble to the ground
    You ask me what if things go wrong
    Will you still be strong

    No matter – what ever – it takes

    I will be right there by your side
    I...

    Journey

    Take the long train to Bombay
    Duck as the tunnels came
    Tune in your crystal set
    You ve won the freedom to forget
    Feeling good migrations
    Tuned in to the mother nation
    Taking her aim
    Changing your name
    Now we re nomads...

    Stupid girls

    Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girls
    Baby if I act like that, that guy will call me back
    What a paparazzi girl, I don t wanna be a stupid girl

    Go to Fred Segal, you ll find them there
    Laughing loud so all the little...

    Made in England

    Somewhere in a town in England
    lay a babe with a curious smile.
    He was of your father s children.
    Born each side of a dry-stone mile.
    He grew up through the schools and factories,
    Brunel s tunnels and bridges bold.
    Grey towers built...