Текст (слова) песни: King Crimson - The Howler

Here is the angel of the worlds desire
Placed on trial
To hide in shrouded alley sihouettes
With cigarette coiled
To stike at passing voices
Dark and suspect
Here is the howling ire

Here is the sacred face of rendevous
In subway sour
Whose grand delusions prey like intellect
In lunatic minds
Intent and focused on
The long thin matches
To light the howling fire...

No, no, not me,
Burn, I dont wanna burn.....
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Dinosaur
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Epitaph - March For No Reason - Tomorrow And Tomorrow
Exiles
Eyes Wide Open
Facts Of Life
Fallen Angel
Formentera Lady
Frame By Frame
Happy Family
Heartbeat
I Talk To The Wind
Indiscipline
Indoor Games
Inner Garden II
Into The Frying Pan
Islands
Ladies of the Road
Lady Of The Dancing Water
Lament
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Neal And Jack And Me
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One More Red Nightmare
One Time
Peace / A Beginning
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Pictures Of A City
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Starless
Starless And Bible Black
The Court Of The Crimson King -The Return Of The Fire With - The Dance
The Great Deceiver
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The Letters
The Night Watch
Thela Hun Ginjeet
Two Hands
Waiting Man
Walking On Air