Peace is a word
Of the sea and the wind.
Peace is a bird who sings
As you smile.
Peace is the love
Of a foe as a friend;
Peace is the love you bring
To a child
Searching for me
You look everywhere,
Except beside you.
Searching for you
You look everywhere,
But not inside you.
Peace is a stream
From the heart of a man;
Peace is a man,
whose breadth
Is the dawn.
Peace is a dawn
On a day without end;
Peace is the end, like death
Of the war.
words by Pete Sinfield from a song by King Crimson
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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I saw the first album tour at The Whiskey A-go-go, November of 1969, and Robert Fripp sat down with us, obviously attracted to Maria Loveless.
Fripp always sits. I think this makes him thankfully different to other 'rock' guitarists.
I missed the first tour but saw their many incarnations including 'Lark's Tongues' line up with Jamie Muir.
I felt that the song posted here somehow seemed fitting.
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