Letra de The Court Of The Crimson King (Live, Fillmore West, Dec. 15, 1969)
Good evening Let's start off the night with one of the truly creative young groups from England Let's welcome them on their first trip here to San Francisco King CrimsonThe 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 kingThe 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 kingThe 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 begins As slowly turns the grinding wheel In the court of the crimson kingOn soft grey 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 kingThank you very much indeed, thank you We seem to have a, a loss of power here, for a sec Is it ok? Thank you