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Battlefield

Emerson, Lake & Palmer
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Tarkus

Dal vivo la canzone si conclude con una citazione di Epitaph dei King Crimson
Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children fall.
Are you deaf when you hear the season’s call?

Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.

Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly
We’re the victims of your armies’ lie,
Where the blades of grass and arrows reign
Then there will be very little sorrow,
Very little pain.

Confusion...will be my epitaph
As I cross a cracked and broken path
If we make it, we can all sit back and laugh.

Contributed by Lorenzo Masetti - 2008/2/17 - 19:33


Direi che potrebbe essere inserito il testo dell'intera suite della side one di Tarkus...

Cito da en.wikipedia: "Greg Lake stated in an early interview that he viewed Tarkus as a representation of the military-industrial complex, and that his lyrics were about that, and about the futility of war and strife."

Se credete, ecco qui il testo integrale:

Part 1: Eruption

Part 2: Stones of Years

Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize, you are.

Had you talked to the winds of time,
Then you'd know how the water rhyme,
Taste of wine,

How can you know where you've been?
In time you'll see the sign
And realize your sin.

Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your time has been overgrown,
Never known.

Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak, is it you that hears?
Are your ears full?

You can't hear anything at all.

Part 3: Iconoclast

Part 4: Mass

The preacher said a prayer
save every single hair on his head
he's dead

The minister of hate
had just arrived too late to be spared
who cared

The weaver in the web that he made

The pilgrim wandered in
committing every sin that he could
so good

The coroner of grief
was set in the belief he'd be saved
from the grave

The weaver in the web that he made

[Instrumental Interlude]

The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed,
And all obeyed

The messenger appeared
Is slowly drawing nearer to the time
a sign

The weaver in the web that he made

A bishop rings a bell
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
without a sound

The silent choir sing
and in their silence bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.

The weaver in the web that he made

Part 5: Manticore

Part 6: Battlefield

Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children poor.
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?

Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.

Ev'ry blade is sharp; the arrows fly
Where the victims of your armies lie,
Where the bladed of brass and arrows rein
Then there will be no sorrow,
Be no pain.

Part 7: Aquatarkus

Alessandro - 2008/12/15 - 10:07




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