(Belew/King Crimson) Still, by the window pane, Pain, like the rain that's falling. She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai. She sleeps in a chair In her sad America. | | When, when was the night so long, Long, like the notes I'm sending. She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai. She sleeps in a chair In her sad America. |
hellz to the ya
jazzrock? fusion? progressive? = Robert fripp
king crimson. like a jazzy pink floyd
king krimson... pure love.
the best prog rock band!
idolos!
muy buen grupo...