Do you want to be an angel,. Do you wanna be an angel. Do you wanna be a star. Do you wanna play some magic. On my guitar. Do you wanna be a poet. Do you wanna be my string.
(Emerson, Lake, Sinfield). . I was "Master Faster", I was "Mr. Mystery". there wasn't a mortal man was gonna make a monkey out of me.. I had reflex, action, first strike capability.
(King, Swain). . Show me the way to go home. I'm tired and I want to go to bed. I had a little drink about an hour ago. And it's gone right to my head.
RUNAWAY. (Robert Berry). . You're headed for a better life, something you can feel deep inside. Somewhere where the lights are low, and there ain't nobody around to go.
Promenade. . Lead me from tortured dreams. Childhood themes of nights alone.. Wipe away endless years,. Childhood tears as dry as stone.. . From seeds of confusion,.
Who'll make his mark. The captain cried. To the devil drink a toast. We'll glut the hold. With cups of gold. And we'll feed the sea with ghosts. I see your hunger for a fortune.
The Curse of Baba Yaga. Double face astride the fence. Talk to all but make no sense. Your half-truth and smiling eyes. Cut us up with smiling knives..
Promenade. ---------. . Lead me from tortured dreams. Childhood themes of nights alone,. Wipe away endless years,. childhood tears as dry as stone.. .
Every night your line is busy. All that buzzin' makes me dizzy. Couldn't count on all my fingers. All the dates you had with swingers. . Bye, bye, bye, baby.
(keith emerson/greg lake/carl palmer). . Livin' on a razor's edge. Sharper than a knife. Surrender to the power of wedge. Keep running for your life. You don't need no periscope.
ON MY WAY HOME. (Keith Emerson). . On my way home, marching all night, is the light still on?. All through the battle been waiting. On my way home, so much of life left behind, so much ahead.
(Lake, Sinfield). . You can rent your blues and photograph your soul. You can even dig some diamonds out of rock'n roll. You can change the world. But if you lose control.
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!.