Introductory Fanfare
(Emerson/Palmer)
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Peter Gunn
(Mancini)
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Tiger In A Spotlight
(Emerson/Lake/Palmer/Sinfield)
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C'est la vie
(Lake/Sinfield)
C'est la vie
Have your leaves all turned to brown
Will you scatter them around you
C'est la vie
Do you love
And then how am I to know
If you don't let your love show for me
C'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Who knows, who cares for me
C'est la vie
In the night
Do you fight a lover's fire
Do the ashes of desire for you remain
Like the sea
There's a love to deep to show
Took a storm before my love
Flowed for you
C'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Who knows, who cares for me
C'est la vie
Like a song
Out of tune and out of time
All I needed was a rhyme for you
C'est la vie
Do you give
Do you live from day to day
Is there is no song I can play for you
C'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Who knows, who cares for me
C'est la vie
The Enemy God Dances With The Black Spirits
(Excerpt from 'The Scythian Suite' 2nd Movement)
(Prokofiev)
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Knife Edge
(Emerson, Lake, Fraser, Janacek)
Just a step cried the sad man
Take a look down at the madman
Theatre kings on silver wings
Fly beyond reason
From the flight of the seagull
Come the spread claws of the eagle
Only fear breaks the silence
As we all kneel pray for guidance
Tread the road cross the abyss
Take a look down at the madness
On the streets of the city
Only spectres still have pity
Patient queues for the gallows
Sing the praises of the hallowed
Our machines feed the furnace
If they take us they will burn us
Will you still know who you are
When you come to who you are
When the flames have their season
Will you hold to your reason
Loaded down with your talents
Can you still keep your balance
Can you live on a knife-edge
Piano Concerto No. 1 - Third Movement: Toccata con fuoco
(Emerson)
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Pictures At An Exhibition: I. Promenade
(Mussorgsky)
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Pictures At An Exhibition: II. The Gnome
(Mussorgsky, Palmer)
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Pictures At An Exhibition: III. Promenade
(Mussorgsky, Lake)
Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone.
Wipe away endless years,
childhood tears as dry as stone.
From seeds of confusion,
illusions dark blossoms have grown.
Even now in furrows of sorrow
the dance still is sung.
My life's course is guided
decided by limits drawn
on charts of my past ways
and pathways since I was born.
Pictures At An Exhibition: IV. The Hut Of Baba Yaga
(Mussorgsky)
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Pictures At An Exhibition: V. The Curse Of Baba Yaga
(Emerson, Lake, Palmer)
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Pictures At An Exhibition: VI. The Hut Of Baba Yaga
(Mussorgsky)
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Pictures At An Exhibition: VII. The Great Gates Of Kiev
(Mussorgsky, Lake)
Come forth, from love's spire
Born in life's fire,
Born in life's fire.
Come forth, from love's spire
In the burning, all are [of our] yearning,
for life to be.
And in pain there will [must] be gain,
New Life!
Stirring in, salty streams
And dark hidden seams
Where the fossil sun gleams.
They were, sent from [to] the gates
Ride the tides of fate
Ride the tides of fate.
They were, sent from [to] the gates,
In the burning all are [of our] yearning,
For life to be.
There's no end to my life,
No beginning to my death:
Death is life.