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
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...
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...
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 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...
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...