seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my Spear, o clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire

I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
'Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land



Tocatta

(Emerson)

Instrumental track



Tarkus

1) Eruption

(Emerson)

Instrumental part

2) Stones of years

(Emerson/Lake)

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 waters 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

3) Iconoclast

(Emerson)

Instrumental part

4) Mass

(Emerson/Lake)

The preacher said a prayer
Saved 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
Commiting every sin that he could
So good

The cardinal of grief
Was set in his belief he'd be saved
From the grave

The weaver in the web that he made

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

The messenger of fear
Is slowly growing nearer to the time
A sign

The weaver in the web that he made

A bishops 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

5) Manticore

(Emerson)

Instrumental part

6) Battlefield

(Lake)

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
Where the victims of your armies lie
Where the bladed of grass and arrows rain
Then there will be no sorrow, be no pain

7) Aquatarkus

(Emerson)

Instrumental part

8) Epitaph

(Emerson)

Instrumental part




Take a pebble

(Lake)

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 memories 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
Of our lives



Still...you turn me on

(Lake)

Do you want to be an angel?
Do you wanna be a star?
Do you wanna play some magic on my guitar?

Do you wanna be a poet?
Do you wanna be my string?
You could be anything

Do you wanna be the lover of another undercover?
You could even be the man on the moon

Do you wanna be the player?
Do you wanna be the string?
Let me tell you something
It just don't mean a thing

You see, it really doesn't matter
When you're buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallised

Still...you turn me on
Still...you turn me on
Still...you turn me on

Do you wanna be the pillow
Where I lay my head?
Do you wanna be the feathers
Lying on my bed?

Do you wanna be the cover of a magazine?
Create a scene

Every day a little sadder
A little madder
Someone get me a ladder

Do you wanna be the singer?
Do you wanna be the song?
Let me tell you something
You just couldn't be more wrong

You see, I really have to tell you
That it all gets so intense
From my experience
It just doesn't seem to make sense

Still...you turn me on
Still...you turn me on
Still...you turn me on



Lucky man

(Lake)

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

Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was

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

Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, 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

Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, 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

Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was



Jeremy Bender

(Emerson/Lake)

Jeremy Bender was a man of leisure
Took his pleasure in the evening sun
Laid him down in a bed of roses
Finally decided to become a nun

Talk with the sister, spoke in a whisper
Threatened to fist her if she didn't come clean
Jumped on the mother just like a brother
Asked one another if the other's a queen

Digging the sister, she was a mister
Shouldn't have kissed her but he couldn't say no
Wanted to leave her, couldn't believe her
So he picked up his suitcase and decided to go



The sheriff

(Emerson/Lake)

Wicked Josie rode away
In the sunset covered sky
A lynching mob had strung his friend up
Right before his eyes

He didn't know what they'd both done
He sure as hell would end up one
A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't move on

Get out of here

The sheriff followed Josie's journey
From Kansas in the west
He said he'd put a bullet
Right through poor old Josie's chest

But Josie wasn't like the rest
He don't like bullet holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his very best
Don't want any arrest

Don't want to be the guest of the sheriff

The nights got so damned cold
He couldn't stand the pace
He looked again for sheriff's men
But couldn't see the chase

Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Hoped to find Josie's face
And said: "Lookie here!"

Sheriff rode him into town
With Josie look inside
He didn't know about the six gun
Wicked Josie had

Then Josie drew his gun real fast
Gave the sheriff one big blast
And Josie was a song at last
A legend from the past

Nobody ever messed with the sheriff



Karn evil 9 - First impression, part 1

(Emerson/Lake)

Cold and misty morning
I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power
Where no one had an hour to spare

Where the seeds have withered
Silent children shivered in the cold
Now their faces captured
In the lenses of the jackals for gold

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there

Suffering in silence
They've all been betrayed
They hurt them and they beat them
In a terrible way

Praying for survival
At the end of the day
There is no compassion
For those who stay

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there

There must be someone who can set them free
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity

Can't you see?
Can't you see?
Can't you see?

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there

To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow

Step inside, hello!
We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it, all we know
Step inside, step inside

We've got thrills and shocks
Supersonic fighting cocks
Leave your hammers at the box
Come inside, come inside

Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
See the show

Left behind the bars
Rows of bishop's heads in jars
And a bomb inside a car
Spectacular, spectacular

If you follow me
There's a speciality
Some tears for you to see
Misery, misery

Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
See the show

Next upon the bill
In our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill, what a thrill

And not content with that
With our hands behind our backs
We pull Jesus from a hat
Get into that, get into that

Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
See the show



Karn evil 9 - First impression, part 2

(Emerson/Lake)

Welcome back, my friends
To the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside, come inside

There behind a glass
Is a real blade of grass
Be careful as you pass
Move along, move along

Come inside, the show's about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in heaven, hell or earth

You've got to see the show
It's a dynamo
You've got to see the show
It's rock 'n' roll

Right before your eyes
We pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries
Then he dies, then he dies

Come inside, the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You've got to see the show
It's a dynamo
You've got to see the show
It's rock 'n' roll

Soon the gypsy queen
In a glaze of vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene, what a scene

Next upon the stand
Will you please, extend a hand?
To Alexander's Ragtime Band
Dixieland, dixieland

Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
See the show

Performing on a stool
We've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool, keep it cool

We would like it to be known
The exhibits that were shown
Were exclusively our own
All our own, all our own

Come and see the show
Come and see the show
Come and see the show
See the show



Karn evil 9 - Second impression

(Emerson)

Instrumental track



Karn evil 9 - Third impression

(Emerson/Lake/Sinfield)

Man alone, born of stone
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul

Ties a rope to a tree
And hangs the universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread
Death in the wind

Man of steel, pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night

Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed
Dust in the wind

No man yields who flies in my ship

"Danger!"
Let the bridge computer speak
"Stranger!"

"Load your program"
"I am yourself"

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn

Rejoice! Glory is ours
Our young men have not died in vain
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names

I am all there is
"Negative!"
"Primitive!
"Limited!"

"I let you live!"

But I gave you life
"What else could you do?"
To do what was right
"I'm perfect! Are you?"