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Lizard


Artist: King Crimson
Genres: Rock
Total songs: 5
Year: 2010

Lizard Lyrics - Lizard - King Crimson

Farewell the temple master's bells 

His kiosk and his black worm seed 

Courtship solely of his word 

With Eden guaranteed. 

For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass 

Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed 

Scar the sacred tablet of wax 

On which the Lizards feed. 

 

Wake your reason's hollow vote 

Wear your blizzard season coat 

Burn a bridge and burn a boat 

Stake a Lizard by the throat. 

 

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Go Polonius or kneel 

The reapers name their harvest dawn 

All your tarnished devil's spoons 

Will rust beneath our corn. 

Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam 

Across his rain tree shaded lawn 

Lizard bones become the clay- 

And there a Swan is born 

 

Wake your reasons' hollow vote 

Wear your blizzard season coat 

Burn a bridge and burn a boat 

Stake a Lizard by the throat. 

 

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Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court 

Round which upholstered Lizards sold 

Visions to their leaden flock 

Of rainbows' ends and gold. 

Now tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings 

Of walls and trumpets thousand fold 

Prophets chained for burning masks 

And reels of dream unrolled... 

 

Night enfolds her cloak of holes 

Around the river meadow. 

Old moon-light stalks by broken ploughs 

Hides spokeless wheels in shadow. 

Sentries lean on thorn wood spears 

Blow on their hands, stare eastwards. 

 

Burnt with dream and taut with fear 

Dawn's misty shawl upon them. 

Three hills apart great armies stir 

Spit oat and curse as day breaks. 

Forming lines of horse and steel 

By even yards march forward. 

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