Epitaph (BBC Radio Sessions, 1969)
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
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
Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who knows 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
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
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...
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
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
Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who knows 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
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
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...
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, Peter John Sinfield, Greg Lake, Ian Mcdonald, Michael Rex Giles
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Other Album Tracks
- 21st Century Schizoid Man (BBC Radio Sessions, 1969)
- The Court Of The Crimson King (BBC Radio Sessions, 1969)
- Get Thy Bearings (BBC Radio Sessions, 1969)
- Epitaph (BBC Radio Sessions, 1969)
- A Man, A City (Live, Fillmore East, Nov. 69)
- Epitaph (Live, Fillmore East, Nov. 69)
- 21st Century Schizoid Man (Live, Fillmore East, Nov. 69)
- Mantra (Live, Fillmore West, Dec. 69)
- Travel Weary Capricorn (Live, Fillmore West, Dec. 69)
- Improv - Travel Bleary Capricorn (Live, Fillmore West, Dec. 69)
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