If you ever wanted a sound that embodies apprehension and a sense of resigned inevitability at what is to come, then surely it would have to be in the arrangement of the chilly Mellotron strings composed by Ian McDonald in 1969. Listen out during the coda where the 'tron soars above the turbulence of the drumming. Just stunning.
If you ever wanted a sound that embodies apprehension and a sense of resigned inevitability at what is to come, then surely it would have to be in the arrangement of the chilly Mellotron strings composed by Ian McDonald in 1969. Listen out during the coda where the 'tron soars above the turbulence of the drumming. Just stunning.
Going to court by the Crimson Kings. Through the narrow passages in the damp stone, which from the outside, they carry you in the central basin, you know that tonight you will face an untamed team. in 50 years, he has dispensed musical gems. It has not been overwhelmed by time, on the contrary it has regenerated itself to the various springs, which it has found on its way, has weaned new leaders. Today in ancient scenarios, testimony of great empires, where hatreds and shouts are mixed, the King...
Going to court by the Crimson Kings. Through the narrow passages in the damp stone, which from the outside, they carry you in the central basin, you know that tonight you will face an untamed team. in 50 years, he has dispensed musical gems. It has not been overwhelmed by time, on the contrary it has regenerated itself to the various springs, which it has found on its way, has weaned new leaders. Today in ancient scenarios, testimony of great empires, where hatreds and shouts are mixed, the King traces his deeds, and tells of the heartbeat on the ancestral rhythm of the drums. Life and death, in the end the King is naked. LONG LIVE THE KING