Av og til blir jeg så betatt av tekst og musikk jeg hører at jeg får lyst til å formidle iallefall teksten - musikken må dere nesten lytte til selv... 
Her er åpent for alle som også lar seg bli berørt av tekst og ikke bare musikk! Kom igjen folkens, la oss andre ta del i din sinnstemning...
Her er mitt bidrag:
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
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 Ill be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying.
KING CRIMSON "Epitaph"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhKiIbuQavw
Her er åpent for alle som også lar seg bli berørt av tekst og ikke bare musikk! Kom igjen folkens, la oss andre ta del i din sinnstemning...
Her er mitt bidrag:
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
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 Ill be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying.
KING CRIMSON "Epitaph"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhKiIbuQavw