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Emerson Lake & Palmer - Emerson Lake & Palmer - Island 1970 
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The Barbarian - strumentale
Take a Pebble - Greg Lake
Knife-Edge - Greg Lake
The Three Fates - strumentale
Tank - strumentale
Lucky Man - Greg Lake
The Barbarian
strumentale
Take a Pebble
Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
then watch the ripples that unfold into me,
My face spill so gently into your eyes,
Disturbing the waters of our lives.
Shread of our memories are lying on your grass;
Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past.
Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields
Letters of your mem'ries are not real.
With sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat
in pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes.
The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died.
Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives,
lives, lives...
Of our lives.
Knife-Edge
Just a step cried the sad man
Take a look down at the madman
Theatre kings on silver wings
Fly beyond reason
from the flight of the seagull
Come the spread claws of the eagle
only fear breaks the silence
as we all kneel pray for guidance.
Tread the road cross the abyss
Take a look down at the madness
on the streets of the city
only spectres still have pity
Patient queues for the gallows
Sing the praises of the hallowed
own machines feed the furnace
if they take us they will burn us.
Will you still know who you are
when you come to who you are.
When the flames have their season
Will you hold to your reason
Loaded down with your talents
Can you still keep your balance
Can you live on a knife-edge.
The Three Fates
strumentale
Tank
strumentale
Lucky Man
He had white horses
and ladies by the score
all dressed in satin
and waiting by the door.
Oooh, what a lucky man he was...
Oooh, what a lucky man he was...
White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
a gold covered mattress
on which he was laid.
Oooh, what a lucky man he was...
Oooh, what a lucky man he was...
aaaaahhhhh.... aaaaahhhhh.... aaaaahhhhh....
He went to fight wars
for his country and his king
of his honor and his glory
the people would sing.
Oooh, what a lucky man he was...
Oooh, what a lucky man he was...
A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
no money could save him
so he laid down and he died.
Oooh, what a lucky man he was...
Oooh, what a lucky man he was...
aaaaahhhhh.... aaaaahhhhh.... aaaaahhhhh....
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