Obituary
King Crimson lyricist responsible for:
The rusted chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change, the tournament’s begun
The purple piper plays his tune, the choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue for the court of the crimson king
he also wrote:
Run for the sun, little one
You’re an outlaw once again
Time to change, Superman
He’ll be with us while he can
In the land of make believe
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Oh no. His solo album Still is one of my all time favourites. Somewhere in my archives I have a note from him explaining what The Song Of The Sea Goat is all about. I’m gutted.
I too bought that album, “propelled” by his association with KC, and the lasting relationship with Greg Lake, with Still being on the ELP Manticore record label. Sadly I thought it largely pretentious tripe, selling it, in due course, getting peanuts, despite having the rare pink sleeve, as opposed to the more usual blue one. Or the other way around.
Goated.
COTCK was the fist album I ever bought and for many years lead me to believe PS was a genius of some kind.
The great thing about music is that a little part of me still does.
RIP Mr S.
Prefer the Bucks Fizz song if I’m honest.,,
Already made your mind up then
Arf!
Amazed that no one has noticed that in wrongly implying that PS wote MYMU, I have taken up residence in The Land of Make Believe
I was astonished when I came across the ‘Still’ album a few years ago, had no idea it existed. It is a rather lovely curio.
Still was, and Still is, a terrific album. With the little dragon illustration glued onto the cover, which I recall originally had a pleasing matt finish, the thing was lovely to hold and admire. Hard to believe, these days, that there was a time when the presentation of the music carrying artefact could be something about which such care was taken.
For those of us who value lyrics almost as we value the music, and for whom experiments that verge upon the pretentious are just one fascinating branch of lyrical developments, he was for several years the chap at the forefront, scouting a path that has taken us to some richer, more adventurous lyrical places in years since.
Every credit to him for putting himself out there, shrugging off the flak and treading an adventurous, progressively individual route.
RIP Pete, thanks for all the words and the music.