ProjeKct Four. West Coast Live
Per analizzare dettagliatamente il fenomeno King Crimson, percorriamo ora insieme la loro lunghissima carriera passando per la discografia, comprendendone le mutazioni, quelle che li hanno resi unici e musa per molti altri gruppi odierni, soprattutto del nord Europa e scandinavi (Landberk, Anekdoten, Anglagard etc.). 33-The Court of the Crimson King (Live in Mexico, July 2017).flac 85.93 MB 34-Heroes (Live in Mexico, July 2017).flac 61.58 MB 35-21st Century Schizoid Man (Live in Mexico, July 2017).flac 164.94 MB.
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- King Crimson are an English rock band formed in London in 1968. Members include; Robert Fripp, Mel Collins, Ton.
Publicado en 1998
Tracks
01 - Ghost (part 1) 1 - 9:14
02 - Ghost (part 1) 2 - 4:07
03 - Ghost (part 1) 3 - 5:55
04 - Ghost (part 1) 4 - 5:06
05 - Deception of the Thrush - 7:12
06 - Hindu Fizz - 4:46
07 - ProjeKction - 5:29
08 - Ghost (part 2) 1 - 1:39
09 - Ghost (part 2) 2 - 2:43
10 - Ghost (part 2) 3 - 3:53
11 - Ghost (part 2) 4 - 1:48
12 - Ghost (part 2) 5 - 4:57
ProjeKct Four
Robert Fripp: guitar
Trey Gunn: touch guitar, talker
King Crimson Muro -
Tony Levin: basses, StickPat Mastelotto: electronic traps and buttons
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams?
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known
Knowledges are a deadly friend
If no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams?
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Crying
Crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Crying