Worker

...Just ignore all the others, you got your memories...

King of Fuh

An elusive gem...


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Royalty

Jon Lord, Victoria & Jimmy Page

Virtuoso del Basso

Chris Squire

Agitato

To whisper in your ear before you die

Tower of Babel

Snow.
Cement ,
And ivory young towers,
Someone called us Babylon
Those hungry hunters
Tracking down the hours.
But where were all your shoulders when we cried,
Were the darlings on the sideline
Dreaming up such cherished lies,
To whisper in your ear before you die.

It's party time for the guys in the tower of Babel.
Sodom meet Gomorrah,
Cain meet Abel.
Have a ball ya'all
See the letches crawl
With the call girls under the table.
Watch em' dig their graves,
`Cause Jesus don't save the guys
In the tower of Babel.

Junk.
Angel,
This closet's always stacked.
The dealers in the basement
Filling your prescription,
For a brand new heart attack.

But where were all your shoulders when we cried,
Were the doctors in attendance
Saying how they felt so sick inside.
Or was it just the scalpel blade that lied.

Lyrics: Bernie Taupin
Song: Elton John

1975 Captain Fantastic & the Brown Dirt Cowboy

Postcard from Cuckooland

Pomp

Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
on England's pleasant pastures 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
Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.

Poem: William Blake
Music: Hubert Parry
1973 Arrangement: Emerson, Lake & Palmer