The new roster of Fripp, Lake, McDonald, and Michael Giles -- with satellite member Sinfield writing their lyrics and later running their light show, among other functions -- officially became King Crimson on January 13, 1969, deriving the name from Sinfield's lyrics for the song "Court of the Crimson King."
This track from the band’s 1969 debut, In the Court of the Crimson King, is a great showcase for lead vocalist Greg Lake, whose voice is instantly recognizable to anyone familiar with Emerson Court of the Crimson King Lyrics by King Crimson from the Frame by Frame, Vol. 1: 1969-1974 [Japan CD] album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more: The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. …- Шխфի αдаտайረ
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The Court of the Crimson King [Live at Hyde Park, London, July 5th, 1969] [ Lyrics by King Crimson from the In the Court of the Crimson King [Box Set] [5CD/1DVD-A] [Bonus Tracks] album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: The dance of the puppets The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun.
The Court of the Crimson King Lyrics by King Crimson from the The 21st Century Guide to King Crimson, Vol. 1: 1969-1974 album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more: The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. …
For the court of the crimson king. Para la corte del Rey Carmesí. The keeper of the city keys. El guardián de las llaves de la ciudad. Put shutters on the dreams. cerró los sueños. I wait outside the pilgrim's door. Espero afuera de la puerta del peregrino. With insufficient schemes.
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 grey mornings widows cry, The wise men share a joke.
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