The obscure lyrics make references to fanciful things like medieval times, fairy tales, magic: "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." It is nice to see so many people appreciate this song It is probably easier to understand the song if you concentrate on the ‘Moon’ part of the it and ignore the ‘Child’ Call her Moonchild Dancing in the shallows of a river (The reflection of the Moon dancing in the surface ripples) Lonely Moonchild Dreaming in the shadow of the willow (Moonlight falling on the base of the willow To state the obvious: King Crimson's 1969 debut LP, In the Court of the Crimson King, is an essential part of every intelligent person's record collection. An ideal marriage of vibrantly The Court of the Crimson King Lyrics: 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 begun / The purple 9. The Battle Of Glass Tears (1970) 10. Starless And Bible Black (1974) 1. Sailor’s Tale (1971) “Sailor’s Tale” is a track from King Crimson’s fourth studio album, “Islands In The Court Of The Crimson King. 1969. King Crimson. Composta da: Robert Fripp, Michael Giles, Greg Lake, Ian McDonald, Peter Sinfield (Il testo di questa canzone è inserito in questo sito solo come citazione per la traduzione e per cercare di spiegarne il significato. 4 The Court of the Crimson King. This song is not like any other songs in recent history. It is so gloomy and impressively represents the band's name which is The Crimson King who apparently is lord Satan. All in all, KC is the most underrated group of its time and skill in making this form of European jazzy music. In the court of the crimson king. " The first court jesters appeared in Europe in 1202. - The Timetables of History by Bernard Grun "He was wont at times to make mocking harangues before his court in his own palace. "Moreover, he would suffer patiently the scoffings, and mockings and revilings of jesters, and often feign that he heard not. Will no one lay the laurel wreath. When silence drowns the screams. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path. If we make it we can all sit back and laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. Crying. The Court of the Crimson King (Live from Queen Elizabeth Theatre, Toronto, ON, 20th November 2015) Lyrics: The rusted chains of prison moons / Are shattered by the sun / I walk a road, horizons ftpOi.