Rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing Lullabies in an ancient tongue For the court of the crimson king... The keeper of the city keys Puts shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes The black queen chants the funeral march The cracked brass bells will ring To summon back the fire witch To the court of the crimson king... The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower I chase the wind of a prism ship To taste the sweet and sour The pattern juggler lifts his hand The orchestra begin As slowly turns the grinding wheel In the court of the crimson king... On soft gray mornings widows cry The wise men share a joke I rush to grasp divining signs To satisfy the hoax Yellow jester does not play But gently pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king...

The rusted chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun I walk a road, horizons change, the tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune, the choir softly sing Three lullabies in an ancient tongue for the court of the crimson king The keeper of the city keys ut shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrim's door with insufficient schemes The black queen chants, the funeral march, the cracked brass bells will ring To summon back the fire witch to the court of the crimson king The gardener plants an evergreen whilst trampling on a flower I chase the wind of a prism ship to taste the sweet and sour The pattern juggler lifts his hand, the orchestra begin As slowly turns the grinding wheel in the court of the crimson king On soft gray mornings widows cry, the wise men share a joke I run to grasp divining signs to satisfy the hoax The yellow jester does not play, but gently pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance in the court of the crimson king

Pain, day, sky, beauty, die, black, joy, love Empty, day, life, die, pain, passion, joy, black Day, hate, beauty, die, life, joy, ache Empty, day, pain, die, love, passion, joy, black, light And if God is dead, what am I? A fleck of dirt, on the wing of a fly Hurtling to earth Through a hole in the sky A hole in the sky And if Warhol's a genius, what am I? A speck of lint, on the penis of an alien Buried in gelatin Beneath the sands of Venus Time, sun, hurt, trust, peace, dark, rage, sad White, rain, sun, anger, hurt, soft, trust, night Rage, rain, white, hope, dark, sacred, sun, time Trust, hurt, rage, anger, rain, white, light And if a bird can speak, who once was a dinosaur And a dog can dream; should it be implausible? That a man might supervise The construction of light The construction of light Pain, day, sky, beauty, die, black, joy, love Empty, time, sun, hurt, trust, peace, dark, rage Sad, white, rain, hate, anger, hope, sacred, passion Life, night, ache, soft Light

Talk, it's only talk Arguments, agreements, advice, answers Articulate announcements It's only talk Talk, it's only talk Babble, burble, banter, bicker, bicker, bicker Brouhaha, balderdash, ballyhoo It's only talk Backtalk Talk, talk, talk, it's only talk Comments, clichés, commentary, controversy Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat Conversation, contradiction, criticism It's only talk Cheap talk Talk, it's all rhetoric Debates, discussions These are words with a D this time Dialogue, duologue, diatribe Dissention, declamation Double-talk, double-talk Talk, it's all talk Too much talk Small talk Talk that trash Expressions, editorials, explanations, exclamations, exaggerations It's all talk Elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk

Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea Waves sweep the sand from my island My sunsets fade Field and glade wait only for rain Grain after grain love erodes my High weathered walls which fend off the tide Cradle the wind To my island Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide Mournfully glide o'er my island My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale Dissolves in the sun Love's web is spun, cats prowl, mice run Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes Violet skies Touch my island Touch me Beneath the wind turned wave Infinite peace Islands join hands 'Neath heaven's sea Beneath the wind turned wave Infinite peace Islands join hands 'Neath heaven's sea Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone Hungrily reach from my island Clutch sailor's words, pearls and gourds Are strewn on my shore Equal in love, bound in circles Earth, stream and tree return to the sea Waves sweep sand from my island From me Beneath the wind turned wave Infinite peace Islands join hands 'Neath heaven's sea

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 Trail was laid too slow behind me To face the call of fame Or make a drunkard's name for me But now this better life Has brought a different understanding And through 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 by the sand Cliffs and a military band Blew an air of normality

Oh they're touching They're touching each other, they're feeling They push and move And love each other, love each other They fit together like two hands Two hands I am a face In the painting on the wall I pose and shudder And watch from the foot of the bed Sometimes I think I can feel everything The wind is blowing My hair in their direction The wind is bending my hair There are no windows in the painting No open windows, no open windows, no Oh they're touching They're touching each other They push and move And they love each other, they love each other They fit together like two hands Two hands Two hands Two hands

Look for the signs Look for the symptoms Look for the slight Calm before the storm I feel the silence I feel the signals I feel the strain Tension in my head Well, what more can be said... Not a model man Not a saviour or a saint Imperfect in a word Make no mistake But I Give you everything I have Take me as i am Look for the signs Look for the symptoms Look for the slight Calm before the storm I feel the silence I feel the signals I feel the strain Tension in my head Well, what more can be said... Not a model man Not a saviour or a saint Imperfect in a word Make no mistake But I Give you everything I have Take me as i am Not a model man Not a saviour or a saint Imperfect in a word Make no mistake But I Give you everything I have Take me as i am Look for the signs...