Lament - Live

I guess I tried to show you how
I'd take the crowd with my guitar
Business men would clap their hands
And clip another fat cigar

And publishers would spread the news
And print my music far and wide
And the kids who played the blues
Would learn my licks with a bottle neck slide

But now it seems the bubble's burst
Though you know there was a time
But love songs gathered in my head
Poetry in every line

And strong men strove to hold the doors
With my friends I passed that age
People stomped on dirty floors
Before I trod the rock and roll stage

I'll thank the man who's on the phone
If he's got some time to spend
The problem I'll explain once more
Indicate a sum to lend

Ten percent is now a joke
Maybe 30, even 35
I'll say my daddy had a stroke
He'd have one now, if he only was alive

I like the way you look at me
You're laughing too, down there inside
I took my chance and you took yours
You crewed my ship, we missed the tide

I like the way the music goes
A few good guys who can play it right
Like the way it moves my toes
Tell you when you wanna know and dance all night



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, William Scott Bruford, John Kenneth Wetton, David Francis Cross, Richard William Palmer James
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