This song comes from the group’s first album, In the Court of the Crimson King. Pete Townshend of The Who referred to the album as “an uncanny masterpiece” and it is often seen as one of the founding albums of progressive rock. This song, the last track on the album, was the only song released by the group to reach the charts in the US.
King Crimson - The Court of the Crimson King (1969)
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Lyrics:
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 gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the Crimson King
