Emerson Lake Palmer lyrics
Emerson Lake Palmer lyrics
"Tarkus Lyrics"
When You Put Your Hands On Me Lyrics
I don't know about the travel of time And I've never seen most of the world I don't know Diving out of the sky Or living like the diamonds of pearls See I haven't danced to a musical tune And I haven't noticed the flowers in bloom I haven't smiled When alone in my room very much Th
I don't know about the travel of time And I've never seen most of the world I don't know Diving out of the sky Or living like the diamonds of pearls See I haven't danced to a musical tune And I haven't noticed the flowers in bloom I haven't smiled When alone in my room very much Th
I. The Stones Of Years
Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize, you are.
Had you talked to the winds of time,
Then you'd know how the waters rhyme,
Taste of wine,
How can you know where you've been?
In time you'll see the sign
And realize your sin.
Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your time has been overgrown,
Never known.
Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak, is
Uskoparempaan Lyrics
K?velen auringonpaisteessa silm?t kii P??sen hetkeks rankkasateesta joka iskee vasten mun kasvoi Ja vaik lasken katseeni, en p??se tuskast pois Kuljen kiskan ohi ja katon p?iv?n l??pit Poris n?htiin et kuolinsyy voi oikeesti olla r??ki Mut yleens? ne kirjottaa roskaa mink? kerkii Kuka laittaa kenet sa
it you that hears?K?velen auringonpaisteessa silm?t kii P??sen hetkeks rankkasateesta joka iskee vasten mun kasvoi Ja vaik lasken katseeni, en p??se tuskast pois Kuljen kiskan ohi ja katon p?iv?n l??pit Poris n?htiin et kuolinsyy voi oikeesti olla r??ki Mut yleens? ne kirjottaa roskaa mink? kerkii Kuka laittaa kenet sa
Are your ears full?
You can't hear anything at all.
II. Mass
The preacher said a prayer.
Save ev'ry single hair on his head.
He's dead.
The minister of hate had just arrived to be spared.
Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made!
The pilgrim wandered in,
Commiting ev'ry sin that he could
So good...
The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved
From the grave
The weaver i
This Is It Lyrics
We sit here and we talk about the weather Only just so we can be in this together tonight Maybe we believe in somethin? better Photographs of happiness forever were found And you?re makin? me believe we are free Appealin? to the weaker part of me [Chorus] This is it, this is real
the web that he made!We sit here and we talk about the weather Only just so we can be in this together tonight Maybe we believe in somethin? better Photographs of happiness forever were found And you?re makin? me believe we are free Appealin? to the weaker part of me [Chorus] This is it, this is real
The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed,
And all obeyed.
The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time,
A sign.
The weaver in the web that he made!
A bishops rings a bell,
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
Without a sound!
The silent choir sing and in their silence,
Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.
The weaver in the web that he made!
III. The Battlefield
BIG BAD JOHN Lyrics
Big John. Big John. Every morning at the mine you could see him arrive. He stood six-foot-six and weighed twofortyfive. King of broad at the shoulder at naroow at the hip and everybody knew you did'nt give no lip to Big John. Somebody seemed to know where John called home. He just drifted
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children poor.
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?
Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.
Ev'ry blade is sharp; the arrows fly
Where the victims of your armies lie,
Where the blades of brass and arrows reign
Then there will be very little sorrow,
Very little pain.