King Crimson - Indoor games

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Indoor fireworks amuse your kitchen staff
Dusting plastic garlic plants
They snigger in the draught
When you ride through the parlour
Wearing nothing but your armour-
Playing Indoor Games.

One string puppet shows amuse
Your sycophantic friends
Who cheer your rancid recipes
In fear they might offend,
Whilst you loaf on your sofa
Sporting falsies and a toga-
Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games.

Your mean teetotum spins arouse your seventh wife
Who pats her sixty little skins
And reinsures your life,
Whilst you sulk in your sauna
Cos you lost your jigsaw corner-
Playing Indoor Games, Indoor Games.

Each afternoon you train baboons to sing
Or swim in purple perspex water wings.
Come Saturday jump hopper, chelsea brigade,
High bender-trender it s all Indoor Games.

No ball bagatelle incites
Your children to conspire,
They slide across your frying pan
And fertilize your fire;
Still you and Jones go madder
Broken bones-broken ladder-
Hey Ho . . .

Inne utwory

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

    • Losowe utwory

    Big bird

    There s a big bird over my house
    Go away, go away
    There s a big bird flying over my house
    And it looks like it s decided to stay
    It s making a mistake...a big mistake

    Big bird
    Big bird
    Big...

    Round and round

    [Intro]
    Yeah man, Real Talk New York
    Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn
    Yeah man

    [Chorus]
    Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
    Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
    Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
    Round and...

    No time for tears

    Love sick dreaming when we first met
    You gave me your world with no regrets
    Never thought anything could come against
    But oh what did I know

    One missed step and I m on my own
    You wash your hands clean of me right or wrong
    Behind those doors I was broken and low
    Trying to keep...

    Descending

    Have mercy baby
    I m descending again
    Open your eyes
    This time it s sink or it s swim
    No sermons on ascending
    No verdict on deceit
    No selfish memorandum
    No confusion for me
    Chorus:
    Curses
    Curses and clues
    A feast for fools
    Have mercy baby
    And hand me downs
    It was just a few years ago
    You d hand me ups and map
    Right out...

    Wunderschon

    Oh ja, alles ist wunder-wunderbar,
    Wozu jammern, wozu stöhnen?
    es ist doch alles so wunderschön!

    Ich sag oh Mann, ich führe ja so ein geiles Leben
    hier mit Flugzeugen über und Atommeilern neben mir
    Tja, was wohl heut wieder spannendes passieren wird,
    frag...