beat - king crimson 1982

 

1982

1. neal and jack and me

 

 

 

 

I'm wheels, I am moving wheels

I am a 1952 studebaker coupe
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels moving wheels
I am a 1952 starlite coupe...
En route.....les Souterrains
Des visions du Cody...Sartori a Paris...

 

Strange spaghetti in this solemn city...
There's a postcard we're all seen before...
Past wild-haired teens in dark clothing
With hands-full of autographed napkins we
Eat apples in vans with sandwiches ... rush
Into the lobby life of hurry up and wait
Hurry up and wait for all the odd-shaped keys
Which lead to new soap and envelopes...

 

Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bed
And the longest-ever phone call home.....no
Sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep and no mad
Video machine to eat time... a cityscene
I can't explain, the Seine alone at 4am
The Seine alone at 4a.m....Neal and Jack and me
Absent lovers, absent lovers...

 

 

2. heartbeat

 

3. sartori in tangier

 

 

 

live

 

 

 

 

4. waiting man

 

 

 

 

 

5. neurotica

 

 

good morning

It's 3am in this great roaring
City full of garbage eaters ravaging parking
Spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their
Tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in
The diner crossing the street swarthy heards of young
Impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza
And over there that brilliant head ornament on that
Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand
In hand with the mandrill
It's a sight you're
Unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet...

The stench and noise
Yes
Yes
The howler's
Resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with
The more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the
Impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and
The glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly
Live without also be cautious of the poisonous
Boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat
And purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing
With a magazine stand? evidently he's getting a good
Reply...

 

Arrive in neurotica
Through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming heards
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
I have no fin
No wing no stinger
No claw no camouflage
I have no more to say...

 

Say...isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over
There look at that blush baby mud puppy noolbenger
Rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink
Siren skate starling sun-gazer spoonbill and suckers

They seem to be everywhere

Well it's a live revue random animal parts
Now playing nightly right here in neurotica...
So long...

 

 

 

 

6. two hands

 

 

 

 

Oh they're touching

They're touching each other
They're feeling
They push and move
And love each other, love each other
They fit together like two hands...

I am a face
In the painting on the wall
I pose and shudder
And watch from the foot of the bed
Sometimes I think I can
Feel everything...

The wind is blowing
My hair in their direction
The wind is bending my hair
There are no windows in the painting
No open windows, no open windows, no...

 

 

7. the howler

 

 

8. requiem