In The Wake Of Poseidon

In The Wake Of Poseidon
Peace - A Beginning
Pictures of a City, including 42nd at Treadmill
Cadence & Cascade
In the Wake of Poseidon, including Libra's Theme
Peace - A Theme
Cat Food
The Devil's Triangle
a) Merdey Man
b) Hand of Sceiron
c) Garden of Worm
Peace - An End

Robert Fripp: kytara
Peter Giles: basa
Michael Giles: bicí
Greg Lake: basa, zpěv
Keith Tippet: piano
Mel Collins: saxofon
Gordon Haskell: vokály



I am the ocean
Lit by the flame
I am the mountain

Peace is my name
I am the river
Touched by the wind
I am the story
I never end.


PICTURES OF A CITY, including 42nd at Treadmill

Concrete cold face cased in steel
Stark sharp glass-eyed crack and peel
Bright light scream beam brake and squeal
Red white green white neon wheel.

Dream flesh love chase perfumed skin
Greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin
Spice ice dance chance sickly grin
Paste board time slot sweat and spin.

Blind stick blind drunk cannot see
Mouth dry tongue tide cannot speak
Concrete dream flesh broken shell
Lost soul lost trace lost in hell.


Cadence and Cascade
Kept a man named Jade
Cool in the shade
While his audience played.
Purred, whispered, "Spend us too;
We only serve for you."

Sliding mystified
On the wine of the tide
Stared, pale-eyed
As his veil fell aside.
Sad paper courtesan
They found him just a man.

Caravan hotel
Where the sequin spell fell
Custom of the game.
Cadence oiled in love
Licked his velvet gloved hand
Cascade kissed his name.

Sad paper courtesan
They knew him just a man.


IN THE WAKE OF POSEIDON, including Libra's Theme

Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes
Snare truth in bone and globe.
Harlequins coin pointless games
Sneer jokes in parrot's robe.
Two women weep, some scarlet screen

Sheds sudden theatre rain,
Whilst dark in dream the Midnight Queen
Knows every human pain.

In air, fire, earth, and water
World on the scales.
Air, fire, earth, and water
Balance of change
World on the scales
On the scales.

Bishop's kings spin judgement's blade
Scratch "Faith" on nameless graves.
Harvest hoops hoard ash and sand
Rack rope and chain for slaves
Who fireside fear fermented words
Then rear to spoil the feast;
Whilst in the aisle the mad man smiles
To him it matters least.

Heroes hands drain stones for blood
To whet the scaling knife.
Magi blind with visions light
Net death in dread of life.
Their children kneel in Jesus till
They learn the price of nails;
Whilst all around our mother earth
Waits balanced on the scales.






Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
Knocks on the manager's door;
Grooning to the muzak from a speaker in a shoe rack
Lays out her goods on the floor;
Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen.
"Eat it and come back for more!"

Lady Window-Shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew;
Croaking to a neighbor while she polishes a sabre
Knows how to flavour a stew.
Never need to worry with a tin of 'Hurri Curri':
"Poisoned especially for you!"

No use to complain
If you're caught out in the rain;
Your mother's quite insane.
Cat food cat food cat food again.

No use to complain
If you're caught out in the rain;
Your mother's quite insane.
Cat food cat food cat food again.

Lady Yellow-Stomper with a fillet in a hamper
Dying to finish the course;
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label
Drowning in miracle sauce.
Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food,
"Not even fit for a horse!"



(a)Merday Morn
(b)Hand of Sceiron
(c)Garden of Worm

(instrumental) Zpět


Peace is a word
Of the sea and the wind.
Peace is a bird who sings
As you smile.
Peace is the love
Of a foe as a friend.
Peace is the love you bring
To a child.

Searching for me
You look everywhere,
Except beside you.
Searching for you
You look everywhere,
But not inside you.

Peace is a stream
From the heart of a man;
Peace is a man, whose breadth
Is the dawn.
Peace is a dawn
On a day without end;
Peace is the end, like death
Of the war.