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In the Court of the Crimson King


The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king

The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king


- King Crimson
 
The Who

The sun shines
And people forget

The spray flies as the speedboat glides
And people forget

Forget they're hiding

The girls smile
And people forget

The snow packs as the skier tracks
People forget

Forget they're hiding

Behind an eminence front
Eminence front, it's a put on

It's an eminence front
It's an eminence front, it's a put on


An eminence front
Eminence front, it's a put on

Come and join the party
Dress to kill

Won't you come and join the party
Dress to kill, dress to kill

Drinks flow
People forget

That big wheel spins, the hair thins
People forget

Forget they're hiding

The news slows
People forget

Their shares crash, hopes are dashed
People forget

Forget they're hiding

Behind an eminence front
An eminence front, it's a put on

It's an eminence front, it's a put on
It's a put on, it's a put on, it's a put on


Come on join the party

Dress to kill

Dress yourself, dressed to kill
 
The Pretenders' Pretenders
:heart: Tatooed Love Boys :heart:

Van Halen's Women & Children First
:heart: Loss of Control :heart:
:kiss: DLR :kiss:

Elton John's Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
:heart: Funeral for a Friend (Love Lies Bleeding) :heart:
:rose: my first EJ album :rose:

-- full album Friday
 
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*listens to Peterloo video*


"Those were the years after the ice caps had melted... because of the greenhouse gases, and the oceans had risen (to) drown so many cities... along all the shorelines of the world. Amsterdam, Venice, New York - Forever lost. Millions of people were displaced. Climates became chaotic. Hundreds of millions of people starved in poorer countries. Elsewhere a high degree of prosperity survived... when most governments in the developed world... introduced legal sanctions to strictly license pregnancies, which was why robots, who were never hungry and did not consume resources beyond those of their first manufacture, were so essential an economic link... in the chain mail of society."


Quote from the film, A.I. (Steven Spielberg)

Government is a pyramid scheme ?
(The United States of America.)

If you wear chain mail, you will not be forced into participating in a chain mail scheme ? (Just joking.)

My local Public Broadcasting Service aired the Victorian Slum House series. That was a window, to the imbalance.
 
A reminder, that Blondie's Pop Culture sweetheart image, followed after a long trail.


In her pre-Blondie days Deborah “Debbie” Harry worked as a Playboy bunny at New York City’s Playboy Club from 1968 to ’73 back when she had long brown hair.


http://www.feelnumb.com/2011/11/03/fact-blondies-debbie-harry-was-once-a-playboy-bunny/

Next up,

Blondie Live at CBGB 1977 Rip Her To Shreds

(This song- I am sure that plenty of people were "meow, meow, meow" about Debbie. So clever of her, to mock someone, that mocked her. Yeesh. Who else would she be dating, besides people that she knew ?)
 
throbbing gristle 20 jazz funk greats.

because i just want my brain to shut up for a bit.
 
GF is streaming some kind of youtube channel with some little white girl talking about True Crime. It's like a podcast so I think that counts.

Shauna Rae is her name. It's pretty good, if you like True Crime.
 
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