badly drawn boy'un the hour of the bewilderbeast albümünün son şarkısı.
judas priestin sad wings of destinysinde yer alan sakince sarkilardan biridir.
the old man's sitting there, his head bowed down
every now and then he'll take a look around
and his eyes reflect the memory-pain of years gone by
he can't regain nostalgic dreams he'll never see again
with trembling hands, he wipes a tear
many fall like rain, there's one for every year
and his life laid out so clearly now, life that's brought death
so nearly now life once he clung to dearly lets go
but spare a thought as you pass him by
take a closer look and you'll say
he's our tomorrow, just as much as we are his yesterday
a lonely grave, and soon forgot
only wind and leaves lament his mournful song
yet they shout his epitaph out clear
for anyone who's passing near
it names the person lying here as you
and you...and you...and you...
(bkz: dawn patrol)
king crimson'un harika parçası, aynı zamanda "in the woods" tarafından da coverlanmıştır.
1969 yilinda cliff jackson (gitar) jim mcgillivray (davul) ve bernd kolbe (bas) tarafindan kurulmus rock grubu. fritz randow da bir donem bu grubun davulculugunu yapmistir.
fates warning'in "the spectre within" albümünde yer alan mükemmel parça.parçanın hemen başında akustik gitar eşliğindeki mükemmel soloyla insanı daha birinci dakikadan itibaren mahfeden,sahip olduğu atmosferle insanı başka boyuta sürükleyen,lyricleriyle son darbeyi vuran bir başyapıt.
isolation freezes my life, coldness grips my heart
trapped within a world, a world apart.
desolate am i, a tempest raging silently.
lost a barren adrift at sea.
catatonic state, it sharpens life's depressing edge
the clamor draws me closer to the ledge
as i gaze upon this burning world i curse this life.
a life through which i'm hurled
lies, lies upon this side and that
truthless violence deception mourned by the wise.
thousands of voices drowning out his own
in a popular torrent of lies upon lies
turn to stone.
so intense the pain that has crawled
from the bleeding corpse of pleasure.
that feeds the worm the writhes
inside my brain.
in the deep of night it stirs again
in the heart of the sleeper,
from the crack of dawn i wake to curse
the rising of the sun.
every life is built on hope
now my dreams have surely passed,
inner voices haunt my numbered days
darkness calls me with her laughs
torn between life and death inertia
fills my soul.
no will to be nor pride to care
reapers take your toll.
strangers cast a menacing glance as
existence i defy.
shatter their dream like world i'm not
afraid to die
omen bird soars the desert land to the castle
of idolence, there lies the shadow of a man.
see the colored flowers and marble towers
they fade to brown
like the unknown inscribed in stone
he's abandoned, abandoned flesh and bones
he's lost in silence swallowed in vastness
drowned in the depths of a meaningless
daha once king crimson dinlememi$ insanlarin dinledikten sonra kendini yerlere aticagi $arki.
(bkz: veda şiiri)
king crimson'ın lyricleri:
"the wall on which the prophets wrote
is cracking at the seams.
upon the instruments of death
the sunlight brightly gleams.
when every man is torn apart
with nightmares and with dreams,
will no one lay the laurel wreath
when silence drowns the screams.
between the iron gates of fate,
the seeds of time were sown,
and watered by the deeds of those
who know and who are known;
knowledge is a deadly friend
if no one sets the rules.
the fate of all mankind i see
is in the hands of fools.
confusion will be my epitaph.
as i crawl a cracked and broken path
if we make it we can all sit back
but i fear tomorrow i'll be crying,
yes i fear tomorrow i'll be crying." * *