Another legend is no more:
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/glenn-frey-eagles-guitarist-dead-at-67-20160118
RIP Glenn…
Another legend is no more:
http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/glenn-frey-eagles-guitarist-dead-at-67-20160118
RIP Glenn…
He checked out of the Hotel, but his legacy will never leave.
RIP Glenn
Another one, yeah, what a legacy .
On dear, there seems to be one going almost every day at the moment.
This mortal coil.
RIP.
There’s going to be one heck of a gig in the sky…
Who would be the king there? Elvis? John Lennon? Beethoven? Robert Fripp ?
Good line
BriHar:There’s going to be one heck of a gig in the sky…
Who would be the king there? Elvis? John Lennon? Beethoven? Robert Fripp ?
Uhm… as far as I know Robert Fripp is still alive and well…
alexis: BriHar:There’s going to be one heck of a gig in the sky…
Who would be the king there? Elvis? John Lennon? Beethoven? Robert Fripp ?
Uhm… as far as I know Robert Fripp is still alive and well…
Robert Fripp (born 16 May 1946) is an English musician, songwriter, record producer, and author, best known as the guitarist, founder and longest-lasting member of the progressive rock band King Crimson. He has worked extensively as a session musician and collaborator, notably with David Bowie, Blondie, Brian Eno, Peter Gabriel, Daryl Hall, The Roches, Talking Heads, and David Sylvian. He also composed the startup sound of Windows Vista operating system, in collaboration with Tucker Martine an...
Age 69, according to the above…
The Court of the Crimson King!
no Kings, just universal energy, compositions beyond your wildest dreams…
The Court of the Crimson King!
I just had to! Glenn wont mind.
The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament’s begunThe purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the Crimson KingThe keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim’s door
With insufficient schemesThe black queen chants, the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the Crimson KingThe gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sourThe pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the Crimson KingOn soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoaxThe yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the Crimson King
Songwriters
FRIPP, ROBERT / GILES, MICHAEL REX / LAKE, GREG / MCDONALD, IAN / SINFIELD, PETER JOHN
nice ^.
I’m partial to cat food.
I just had to! Glenn wont mind.
The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament’s begunThe purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the Crimson KingThe keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim’s door
With insufficient schemesThe black queen chants, the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the Crimson KingThe gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sourThe pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the Crimson KingOn soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoaxThe yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the Crimson King
That’s a long way from ‘wopbopaloobop alopbamboom’, which is of course the most important phrase ever uttered in the English language.