KING
CRIMSON
- ISLANDS (1971)
Robert Fripp - Guitarra, melotrón, Peter's Pedal, armónica y efectos
Mel Collins - Varias flautas,
saxos y coros
Boz Burrell - Bajo, voz y coros
Ian Wallace - Batería,
percusión y coros
Peter Sinfield - Letras y
sonidos
Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore-line
Cornered by the cactus and the pine.
Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
Down a sun-baked crumpled stony road.
Dusty wheels leaning rusting in the sun;
Snuff brown walls where Spanish lizards run.
Here I'm shadowed by a dragon fig tree's fan
Ringed by ants and musing over man.
I'll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down
Won't climb any high thing while the sun shine.
Formentera Lady sing your song for me
Formentera Lady sweet lover.
Lamplights glows on old guitars the travellers strum;
Incense children dance to an Indian drum.
Here Odysseus charmed for dark Circe fell,
Still her perfume lingers still her spell.
Time's grey hand won't catch me while the sun shine down
Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine.
Formentera Lady dance your dance for me
Formentera Lady dark lover
A flower lady's daughter
As sweet as holy water
Said: "I'm the school reporter
Please teach me", well I taught her.
Two fingered levi'd sister
Said, "Peace", I stopped I kissed her.
Said, "I'm a male resister",
I smiled and just unzipped her.
High diving chinese trender
Black hair and black suspender
Said, "Please me no surrender
Just love to feel your Fender".
All of you know that the girls of the road
Are like apples you stole in your youth.
All of you know that the girls of the road
Been around but are versed in the truth.
Stone-headed
Frisco
spacer
Ate all the meat I gave her
Said would I like to taste hers
And even craved the flavour.
"Like marron-glaced fish bones
Oh lady hit the road!".