Founded by Robert Fripp, Michael Giles, Greg Lake, Ian McDonald and lyricist Peter Sinfield, the band initially focused on a dramatic sound layered with Mellotron, McDonald's saxophone and flute, and Lake's powerful lead vocals. Their debut album, In the Court of the Crimson King (1969), remains their most commercially successful and influential release, with a potent mixture of jazz, classical and experimental music. Following the sudden simultaneous departures of McDonald and Giles, with Lake also leaving very shortly afterwards, Fripp and Sinfield assumed direction of the group for In the Wake of Poseidon (1970), Lizard (1970), and Islands (1971) with Mel Collins, Boz Burrell and Ian Wallace among the band members during this period. In 1972, Fripp changed the group's instrumentation and approach, drawing from European free improvisation, and developing ever more complex compositions. With Bill Bruford, John Wetton, David Cross and briefly, Jamie Muir, they reached what some saw as a creative peak on Larks' Tongues in Aspic (1973), Starless and Bible Black (1974), and Red (1974). Fripp disbanded this group in 1974.
In 1981, Fripp and Bruford reformed King Crimson with another change in musical direction. The new group also included Adrian Belew and Tony Levin. They drew influence from African music, gamelan, post-punk and New York minimalism. This group lasted three years, resulting in the trio of albums Discipline (1981), Beat (1982) and Three of a Perfect Pair (1984). Following a decade-long hiatus, Fripp revived the group as a sextet he called the "double trio" in 1994 adding Pat Mastelotto and Trey Gunn. This group participated in another three-year cycle of activity that included the release of Thrak (1995), and multiple concert recordings. There was a hiatus between 1997 to 2000. Four members of the previous sextet reunited in 2000 as a more industrial-oriented King Crimson, called the "double duo", releasing The Construkction of Light (2000) and The Power to Believe (2003). After a five year hiatus, the group expanded (in the person of new second drummer Gavin Harrison) for a 2008 tour celebrating the 40th anniversary of their 1968 formation.
Following another hiatus (2009–2012), during which Fripp was thought to be retired, King Crimson came together again in 2013; this time as a septet (and, later, octet) with an unusual three-drumkit frontline, and new second guitarist and singer Jakko Jakszyk. This version of King Crimson continued to tour from 2014 to 2021, and released multiple live albums, rearranging and reinterpreting music from across the band's entire 50-year career for the first time.
Full Wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KingCrimson
Studio albums
In the Court of the Crimson King (1969)
In the Wake of Poseidon (1970)
Lizard (1970)
Islands (1971)
Larks' Tongues in Aspic (1973)
Starless and Bible Black (1974)
Red (1974)
Discipline (1981)
Beat (1982)
Three of a Perfect Pair (1984)
Thrak (1995)
The Construkction of Light (2000)
The Power to Believe (2003)
(NOTE: Album covers, band images and YouTube links are not available due to certain legal restrictions imposed on Last.fm by King Crimson's management.)
Court Of The Crimson King
King Crimson Lyrics
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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
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
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
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
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
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
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 gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
The Court of the Crimson King by King Crimson is a surrealistic account of a world ruled by an enigmatic, possibly supernatural figure known as the Crimson King. The opening lines, "The rusted chains of prison moons/ Are shattered by the sun," suggest that something great and powerful has occurred, as if a divine force has broken through the chains of oppression to reveal a new beginning. The singer speaks of taking a new path where horizons are changing and a tournament has begun to find the best of the best. This refers to the idea of power, specifically that the powerful and privileged have been overthrown by a new system, and everyone is now vying for that power.
The rest of the lyrics continue this surrealistic description of the Crimson King's court, where a purple piper plays a tune and the choir sings in an ancient tongue. The black queen leads a funeral march, and the fire witch is summoned. The gardener plants an evergreen while crushing a flower, symbolizing the idea of progress and growth, albeit at the cost of the natural world. The pattern juggler and the orchestra conjure up imagery of performance and entertainment, while the yellow jester and the puppets suggest the idea of control and manipulation. The final lines describe wise men sharing a joke and the singer seeking divining signs to satisfy the hoax, ultimately ending the song on a note of ambiguity.
Line by Line Meaning
The rusted chains of prison moons
The oppressive chains of confinement are brittle and easily broken when exposed to the light of freedom.
Are shattered by the sun
The light of freedom illuminates the darkness and shatters the shackles of oppression.
I walk a road, horizons change
As I journey forward, my perception of what is possible expands and my sense of the future changes accordingly.
The tournament's begun
The competition to see who will claim ultimate power has started and the stakes are high.
The purple piper plays his tune
An enigmatic and mystical figure sets the stage for what is to come.
The choir softly sing
A chorus of voices adds texture and depth to the unfolding drama.
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
A magical enchantment of incomprehensible power is being woven by the singers.
For the court of the crimson king
This is all happening to prepare for the ultimate showdown, where the crimson king reigns supreme.
The keeper of the city keys
An influential authority controls access and regulates the flow of events.
Put shutters on the dreams
The ruling class enforces its authority by restricting the realm of imagination and stifling the hopes of the masses.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
I am poised on the threshold of enlightenment, but struggle to gain entry.
With insufficient schemes
I lack the skills or resources to overcome the obstacles blocking my path to enlightenment.
The black queen chants
A malevolent force is gathering power and preparing to strike.
The funeral march
The coming conflict will be brutal, horrific and grievous.
The cracked brass bells will ring
The sounding of the bells signals the start of the apocalypse.
To summon back the fire witch
The powers of chaos and destruction are called upon to bring about the end of the established order.
The gardener plants an evergreen
In the midst of uncertain times, someone is preparing for the future by cultivating something that endures.
Whilst trampling on a flower
But in doing so, they may be causing harm to other things that are beautiful and worthy of preservation.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
I seek a transcendent experience that combines fantastic beauty and piercing insight.
To taste the sweet and sour
I accept the risks inherent in this quest, knowing that I may encounter both pleasure and pain along the way.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
An adept manipulator of reality is preparing to unleash their powers.
The orchestra begin
An elaborate and orchestrated plan is set in motion.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
The machinations of power are intricate, deliberate and moving inexorably toward the desired outcome.
On soft gray mornings widows cry
Amidst the pain of loss and grief, the morning brings a sense of hopelessness and despair.
The wise men share a joke
Even in dark times, there are those who can find the humor and irony in the absurdity of life.
I run to grasp divining signs
In my desperate search for meaning, I am willing to grasp at any sign that may lead me out of the darkness.
To satisfy the hoax
But in my desperation, I may be susceptible to the lies and illusions that others use to manipulate and control me.
The yellow jester does not play
An enigmatic and inscrutable figure is present, but refuses to reveal their true intentions or participate in the unfolding drama.
But gentle pulls the strings
Despite their reticence, the jester wields great power and their influence can be felt even though they remain aloof.
And smiles as the puppets dance
The yellow jester finds amusement in the spectacle of life and the frantic antics of those who seek to control or be controlled.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Greg Lake, Ian Mcdonald, Michael Rex Giles, Peter John Sinfield, Robert Fripp
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@exynth1a215
The show is about multiple people that get the ability to manifest their spirits, which gives them powers after the or someone related by blood to them getting pierced by a special arrowhead.
EDIT: This reply has sparked a war. Have some tiddies to calm down.
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@garciapoirier
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 gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.
@me4taki9oh
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 pilgrims' 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
@abdel-rahmansaid6094
Been Scrolling down for a while now still haven’t found the lyrics yet so here you go.
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 gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king
@overlorddave4952
In this comment section you are either a fan of King Crimson or a fan of King Crimson
@ultimateme3049
Underrated
@sternevogn
Or both
@ShitpostPhD
Both
@exynth1a215
Both
@mantis3069
I'm just a fan of the song
@StavDev
King Crimson fans: 30%
King Crimson fans: 40%
King Crimson and King Crimson fans: 30%
@itsnarroblox
1% abd fans
@natqan
@@itsnarroblox what in god is abd
@blackgamer3242
@@natqan ''A Bizarre Day'', i guess. Is a Roblox game.