Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Then And Now [compilation, live] (1998) by Emerson, Lake & Palmer (보컬) on maniadb.com

There is a place, a time and a space
Just no one can trace, that non one can trace.

Somewhere a hill, where things are still
Rain water spill, just rain water spill.

Sleep in a dream of butter milk cream
You dance on a beam, dancing on a beam.

Save me from this shallow land, take me out of temper's hand
Drag me from the burning sand, show me those that understand.

Save me from this shallow land, take me out of temper's hand
Drag me from the burning sand, show me those that understand.

Rest in shade, no sound his made,
Where silence is played, sound of silence played.

There might have been things I missed
But don't be unkind
It don't mean I'm blind
Perhaps there's a thing or two
I think of lying in bed
I shouldn't have said
But there it is

You see, it's all clear
You were meant to be here
From the beginning

Maybe I might have changed
And not been so cruel
Not been such a fool
Whatever was done is done
I just can't recall
It doesn't matter at all

You see, it's all clear
You were meant to be here
From the beginning

Keys - I play 'em all with ease - Freeze! Your shakin' at the knees
You're doin' somethin' drastic - chasin' the fantastic...
To dine with tigers in the sky
But did you ever stop to wonder why?
Man - living in a can - skippin' with a suit-case
Frail - living in a gale - slipping on a blue face
Claws - are scratching at the doors - Pause: If you don't lose your oars
You're trippin' on a shoe lace - racin' to each new place...
To screw your shadow in the sky
But did you ever stop to wonder why?

Sun - help me when I run - bleedin' from the moonlight
Nurse - help me with a verse - I need to sing the tune right
Days - I wasted in the maze - Raise your eyes above the ways
To keep a silver spoon bright - fly up to balloon height...
To ride the spotlight in the sky
But did you ever stop to wonder why?

Just a step, cried the sad man,
Take a look down at the madman.
Bearded 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 room, 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 hallows.
Our 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?
Will you die with your chance?
Can you still keep your balance?
Can you wake from the nightmare?

Bitches Crystal
Knows how you
Twist all the lines

Fortune Teller
Future Seller
Of time

Tortured spirits cry
Fear is in their eyes
Ghostly images die

Witches Potion
Mixed in the ocean
Of tears

Mystical Powers
Emerge From the towers
Of fear

Tortured spirits cry
Fear is in their eyes
Ghostly images die

Evil learning
People burning
Savage casting
No one lasting

Witchcraft
Sadness
Madness
Turning in their minds

Ritual killings
That swear in
The shillings to be

Heretic Priestess
Dwells on the
Weakness she sees
Tortured spirits cry

Fear is in their eyeblack moon

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.

Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat
In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope.
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.

He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was laid

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would sing

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, 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

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was