[Chairman of the Bard]

Nice!

Alexander Pope, meet Robert Fripp:

The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournaments begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrims door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

[februus]

I’m a HUGE fan of Fripp/Eno and listened to the old Crimson King on FM as a teen.

[Paul R.]

I keep saying we all need to say (in every thread and to everyone we talk to): This guy Obama is the Pied Piper!!!