A Man, A City (Live, Fillmore East, Nov. 69)

Thank you. This was a song finished in a hotel room in New York
At Loews midtown, to be more precise
It's about New York
And it's dedicated to you, the people of New York
It's called "A Man, A City"
Thank you

Concrete cold face cased in steel
Blind sign, stick race, taste and peel
Hard blows, hill sang, neon spell
Lost soul, lost trace, lives in hell

Glass eyed, sharp cut, colour bomb
Greased hand, teeth hide, shuffle low
Dream lost, hard cost, see me bell
No one's looking 'cause no one cares

Thank you



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, Peter John Sinfield, Greg Lake, Michael Rex Giles, Ian Macdonald
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