KING CRIMSON: Beat (1982)

1. Neal and Jack and Me
2. Heartbeat
3. Sartori in Tangier
4. Waiting Man
5. Neurotica
6. Two Hands
7. The Howler
8. Requiem

NEAL AND JACK AND ME
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels
I am a 1952 studebaker coupe
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels, moving wheels
I am a 1952 starlite coupe

En route...Les Souterrains
Des visions du Cody...Sartori à Paris...
Strange spaghetti in this solemn city...
There's a postcard we’ve all seen before...

Past wild-haired teens in dark clothing
With hands full of autographed napkins we
eat apples in vans, with sandwiches...

rush into the lobby life of hurry up and wait
hurry up and wait for the odd-shaped keys
Which lead to new soap and envelopes.
Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bed
And the longest ever phone call home...no
Sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep and no mad
Video machine to eat time...a cityscene
I can't explain, the Seine alone at 4a.m.
The Seine alone at 4a.m. the insane alone at 4am
Neal and Jack and Me, Absent Lovers, Absent Lovers (x5)
Absent Lovers
Neal and Jack and Me, Absent Lovers
Neal and Jack and Me
Absent Lovers

HEARTBEAT
I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat
So close, It feels like mine
all mine
I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat
So close, It feels like mine
all mine
I remember the feeling
My hands in your hair
I remember the feeling
Oh, the rhythm we made
The rhythm we made
I need to feel your heartbeat
So close it feels like mine
All mine
I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat
So close it feels like mine
All mine
I remember the feeling
My hands in your hair
I remember the feeling
Oh, the rhythm we made
I need to land sometime
Right next to you
Feel your heartbeat heartbeat
Right next to me..
I remember the feeling
My hands in your hair
Hand is your hair
I remember the rhythm
Oh the rhythm we made
The rhythm we made
I need to land sometime
Right next to you
Feel your heartbeat, heartbeat
Feel your heartbeat, heartbeat
Feel your heartbeat, heartbeat
Right next to me

Right next to me

SARTORI IN TANGIER

(Instrumental)

WAITING MAN
I come back...come back
You see my return
My returning face is smiling
Smile of a waiting man...
I'll be home soon soon soon
Soon cry on your shoulder
You shoulder against my burning tears
Tears of a waiting man...
one two three four...one two three...
I wait every moment
I wait, wait for my chance
I wait for my friend to say
Hello, you waiting man
Feel no fret Feel no fret Feel no fret
You can wait and feel no fret
And so I wait so I wait so I wait so I wait
I return face is smiling
Be home soon cry on your shoulder
Tears of a waiting man
Every moment wait for my change
My friend say hello feel no fret
you can wait and I wait and I wait

and home I am...

NEUROTICA

Good morning, it's 3a.m. in this great roaring city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in the diner crossing the street swarthy herds of young impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza and over there that brilliant head ornament on that Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand in hand with the mandrill, it's a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet...

The stench and the noise, yes yes, the howlers' resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly live without also being cautious of the poisonous boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand? Evidently he's getting a good reply...

Arrive in Neurotica
Through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming herds
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
arrive in Neurotica
Through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming herds
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
I have no fin
No wing, no stinger
No claw no camouflage
I have no more to say...

Say...isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over there look at that bush baby mud puppy noolbenger rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink siren skate starling sun-gazer spoonbill and suckers, they seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica...

So long...

TWO HANDS
Oh they're touching
They're touching each other
They're feeling
They push and move
And love each other, love each other
They fit together like two hands...
I am a face
In the painting on the wall
I pose and shudder
And watch from the foot of the bed
Sometimes I think I can
Feel everything...
The wind is blowing
My hair in their direction
The wind is bending my hair
There are no open windows in the painting
No open windows no open windows no...

THE HOWLER
Here is the angel of the world's desire
Placed on trial
To hide in shrouded alley silhouettes
With cigarette coiled
To strike at passing voices
Dark and suspect
Here is the howling ire
Here is the sacred face of rendezvous
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 don't wanna burn...

REQUIEM

(Instrumental)