King Crimson Live in Frejus

(performance completo)

Robert Fripp, Adrian Belew, Tony Levin y Bill Bruford


1. Waiting man

2. Matte Kudasai

3. The sheltering sky

4. Neal & Jack & me

5. Indiscipline

(Encore)

6. Heartbeat

7. Larks tongues in aspic II
Zach Bush y la manipulación fotografica












Irina Batkova es una diseñadora rusa que hace maravillas
mas en su sitio:  http://nightly.me/












hey
been trying to meet you
hey must be a devil between us
or whores in my head
whores at my door
whores in my bed

but hey
where have you been
if you go i will surely die
we're chained...

uh
said the man to the lady
uh
said the lady to the man
she adored and the whores
like a choir go
uh all night and mary
ain't you tired of this
uh
is
the
sound
that the mother makes
when the baby breaks

we're chained...


Come ride with me,
Through the veins of history,
I'll show you a god,
Falls asleep on the job.
 And how can we win,
When fools can be kings,
Don't waste your time,
Or time will waste you,

 No one's gonna take me alive,
Time has come to make things right,
You and I must fight for our rights,
You and I must fight to survive,

No one's gonna take me alive,
Time has come to make things right,
You and I must fight for our rights,
You and I must fight to survive

No one's going to take me alive,
Time has come to make things right,
You and I must fight for our rights,
You and I must fight to survive.


 Eugenie Poirot danza el Dies Irae, en versión de la electroviolinista Ritsu Katsumata




Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner in the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mother vest
I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up.

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire; your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire; your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast

Yellow sheets in Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Singerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside.