Emerson Lake and Palmer, 1973
(from their album, “Brain Salad Surgery”)
Karn Evil 9- Third Impression
Man alone, born of stone
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold
Fear that rattles in men’s ears
And rears its hideous head
Dread...Death...in the wind
Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever’s blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night
Draws a blade of compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight
Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed...Dust...in the wind...
Sadly, even those words couldn’t save the late great Keith Emerson. RIP.
Non. Sense.
With mental processes like that running loose, no wonder that suicide is a problem.
Seek help...