Emerson, Lake & Palmer — Pictures at an Exhibition

Promenade --------- Lead me from tortured dreams Childhood themes of nights alone Wipe away endless years Childhood tears as dry as stone From seeds of confusion Illusions dark blossoms have grown Even now in furrows of sorrow The doubt still is sown My life's course is guided Decided by limits drawn On charts of my past days And pathways since I was born The Sage -------- I carry the dust of a journey That cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me For I breathed it every day You and I are yesterday's answers; The earth of the past come to flesh Eroded by Time's rivers To the shapes we now possess Come share of my breath and my substance And mingle our streams and our times In bright, infinite moments Our reasons are lost in our rhymes The Curse of Baba Yaga --------------------- Double faces dark defense Talk too loud but talk no sense Yeah I see those smiling eyes Butter us up with smiling lies Talk to creatures raise the dead Fate you know sure got fed Trained apart from houses of stone Whores and hustlers pick the bone The Great Gates of Kiev ----------------------- Come forth, from love's fire Born in life's fire Born in life's fire Come forth, from love's fire In the burning, of our yearning For life to be And in pain there must be gain New life! Stirring in, salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams They were, sent from the gates Ride the tides of fate Ride the tides of fate They were, sent from the gates In the burning all are yearning For life to be There's no end to my life No beginning to my death Death is life