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I Believe In Father Christmas - single by Greg Lake
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Greg Lake Storytellers Pt 1 Moody Blues Cruise 3-21-2013
Asia with Greg Lake - Full Concert, Japan 1983 (w/ Remastered Audio)
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Greg Lake - From The Beginning
Greg Lake Interview, Q104.3
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I Believe In Father Christmas - single by Greg Lake
I believe in Father Christmas - Greg Lake - Ian Anderson
Greg Lake Storytellers Pt 1 Moody Blues Cruise 3-21-2013
Asia with Greg Lake - Full Concert, Japan 1983 (w/ Remastered Audio)
From The Beginning Greg Lake Emerson Lake and Palmer
KING CRIMSON - EPITAPH (GREG LAKE VOCALS) BEST VERSION
Greg Lake(ELP) - January 1970
ELP -- Lucky Man (First Greg Lake Solo Version)
Greg Lake - Lucky Man
Greg Lake - "Lucky Man" 03-24-2013
Greg Lake - From The Beginning
Greg Lake Interview, Q104.3
GREG LAKE From the Beginning 1992 TV show
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Keith Emerson and Greg Lake From The Beginning
Greg Lake playing "Epitaph" &"In The Court Of The Crimson King" live at Birmingham on 19/11/2012
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Greg Lake playing "C'est La Vie" live at Birmingham on 19th November 2012
King Crimson Cadence & Cascade Greg Lake Vocal
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Greg Lake - From the Beginning (Live Dec. 1994 in Albany, NY)
Greg Lake - 21st Century Schizoid Man
From The Beginning
Prog Review 260 - Live from Manticore Hall - Keith Emerson & Greg Lake
Greg Lake In The Court Of The Crimson King Live 2005
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ELP Interview & promo video on Canada TV
Greg Lake Interview Argentina 1997
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ELP on E!
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Interview con Florian Opahle (Greg Lake Tour) 2005 Spanish subtitles
Greg Lake of Emerson Lake & Palmer and King Crimson Interview and Performance at Q104.3 NYC
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I Believe in Father Christmas by Greg Lake in HD
Greg Lake interview - Reminiscing about albums - Icon Fetch Show #187
Greg Lake "Songs of a Lifetime" Q & A from the Orpheum Theatre Los Angeles, CA, USA
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Welcome the Stranger - Greg Lake
Greg Lake "Songs of a Lifetime" Q and A from the Keswick Theater in Glenside Pennsylvania USA.
Greg Lake - Live in Austin, TX 5-6-2012 - AUDIO ONLY
Rockin' Rich Lynch on the Radio - Show #020 with Greg Lake of ELP and Michael Sweet of Stryper
Greg Lake al 19° festival della poesia 720p
Greg Lake in Italia
Asia - Live in Tokyo 1983 - the day after the video
21st Century Schizoid Band (KING CRIMSON Alumnus) - Full Concert - Live in Tokyo 2002
Greg Hanner Rabbit Hunt Jan 7th 201 Buffalo Lake WV
ELP Pictures At An Exhibition '71
Stranger - Lake Park Tampa Florida 11/19/89 - Greg Billings - Ronnie Garvin, John Price
Dominator-AzzaB-Rizzla_studio,mix_Thailand-Trip-2011-2012.wmv
Greg Hines and Dave Gliebe at Lake Talkalai Part 2
Ascension Outdoors presents bass fishing with local BASS Elite angler, Greg Hackney
Is it loving to stop the boats?
Gregory Stuart "Greg" Lake (born 10 November 1947) is an English musician, songwriter and producer, best known as a vocalist and bassist of King Crimson, and the bassist, guitarist, vocalist, and lyricist of Emerson, Lake & Palmer.
Greg Lake came to prominence as a founding member of King Crimson. He was a school friend of guitarist Robert Fripp, who invited Lake to join the new band and take on the tasks of lead singer and bass player. Lake was primarily a guitarist, but agreed to switch to bass at Fripp's request. Lake had some involvement in writing the lyrics for King Crimson's debut album, In the Court of the Crimson King, although Peter Sinfield was the primary lyricist. Aside from being the lead singer and bass player, Lake also ended up producing the album after their contracted producer, Tony Clarke, walked away from the project.
"In The Court of the Crimson King", released in 1969, made King Crimson far more successful than any of Fripp and Lake's earlier projects (such as the Shy Limbs or Giles, Giles and Fripp), and became a key influence and landmark in the emerging progressive rock genre. Lake's vocals, which ranged from serene and soothing to acerbic and distorted, were a striking element of the album. However, Lake stayed with King Crimson for only about a year, leaving soon after their debut album to start the rock trio Emerson, Lake & Palmer. However, at Fripp's request, Lake provided the vocals for King Crimson's second album, In the Wake of Poseidon.
Ian Scott Anderson, MBE (born 10 August 1947) is a Scottish singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, best known for his work as the leader and flautist of British rock band Jethro Tull.
Ian Anderson was born the youngest of three children. His father, James Anderson, ran the RSA Boiler Fluid Company in East Port, Dunfermline, Fife, Scotland. Anderson spent the first part of his childhood in Edinburgh, Scotland. He was influenced by his father's big band and jazz records and the emergence of rock music, though disenchanted with the "show biz" style of early American rock and roll stars like Elvis Presley.
His family moved to Blackpool, Lancashire in 1959, where he gained a traditional education at Blackpool Grammar School. In a recent interview, Anderson stated that he was asked to leave Grammar School for refusing to submit to corporal punishment (still permitted at that time) for some serious infraction. He went on to study fine art at Blackpool College of Art from 1964 to 1966.
While a teenager, Anderson took a job as a sales assistant at Lewis' department store in Blackpool, then as a vendor on a newsstand. He later said it was reading copies of Melody Maker and the New Musical Express during his lunch breaks that gave him the inspiration to play in a band.
Robert William Gary Moore (4 April 1952 – 6 February 2011), was a Northern Irish musician, most widely recognised as a blues singer and guitarist.
In a career dating back to the 1960s, Moore played with artists including Phil Lynott and Brian Downey during his teens, leading him to memberships with the Irish bands Skid Row and Thin Lizzy on three separate occasions. Moore shared the stage with such blues and rock luminaries as B.B. King, Albert King, Colosseum II, George Harrison and Greg Lake, as well as having a successful solo career. He guested on a number of albums recorded by high profile musicians, including a cameo appearance playing the lead guitar solo on "She's My Baby" from Traveling Wilburys Vol. 3.
Moore started performing at a young age, having picked up a battered acoustic guitar at the age of eight. He got his first quality guitar at the age of 14, learning to play the right-handed instrument in the standard way despite being left-handed. He moved to Dublin in 1968 at the age of 16. His early musical influences were artists such as Albert King, Elvis Presley, The Shadows and The Beatles. Later, having seen Jimi Hendrix and John Mayall's Bluesbreakers in his home town of Belfast, his own style was developing into a blues-rock sound that would be the dominant form of his career in music.
Keith Noel Emerson (born 2 November 1944, Todmorden, West Yorkshire) is an English keyboard player and composer. Formerly a member of the Keith Emerson Trio, John Brown's Bodies, The T-Bones, The V.I.P.'s, P.P. Arnold's backing band, and The Nice (which evolved from P.P. Arnold's band), he was a founder of Emerson, Lake & Palmer (ELP), one of the early supergroups, in 1970. Following the breakup of ELP, circa 1979, Emerson had modest success with Emerson, Lake & Powell in the 1980s as well as with 3, with the album To the Power of Three. ELP reunited during the early 1990s, releasing the album Black Moon. Emerson also reunited The Nice in 2002 for a tour. His latest album, Keith Emerson Band featuring Marc Bonilla, was released in 2008.
Along with contemporaries Richard Wright of Pink Floyd, Tony Banks of Genesis, and Rick Wakeman of Yes, Emerson is widely regarded as one of the top keyboard players of the progressive rock era. Allmusic refers to Emerson as "perhaps the greatest, most technically accomplished keyboardist in rock history".
First time when you looked at me
You tried to hide but I could see
A special beauty in your eyes
Passion flying like a spark
Like an arrow to the mark
I feel it sting my jealousy
Before you know there's footprints in the snow
Desire like a river flows
Where it comes from no one knows
Love just like a flower grows
And then God only knows
It comes down like guillotine
Now I feel the rain
of love torn by a hurricane
One night eclipsed the sun
How deep still waters run
How deep they go like footprints in the snow
Take my love into your brest
Commit my spirit to the test
You wwill see him like a knight
His armour gleams
We'll fly upon his angel's wings
Above the clouds in rainbow rings
We can sail a ship of dreams
Chorus
If you will take my hand
We can cross this desert made of sand
We can break in through the ice
And feel the wind of paradise
We'll feel it blow our footprints in the snow
Anytime you feel alone
Just raise your hand, pick up the phone
Take in my number, there I'll be
If one day your stars won't shine
I will give you some of mine
Cause they could fall so easily
I remember Paris in '49.
The Champs Elysee, San Michelle,
and old Beaujolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine
in those Parisienne days.
Looking back at the photographs.
Those summer days spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs,
They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth
But instead, it just kept on raining
A veil of tears for the Virgin birth
I remember one Christmas morning
A winter's light and a distant choir
And the peal of a bell
And that Christmas tree smell
And their eyes full of tinsel and fire
They sold me a dream of Christmas
They sold me a Silent Night
And they told me a fairy story
Til I believed in the Israelite
And I believed in Father Christmas
And I looked at the sky with excited eyes
Then I woke with a yawn
In the first light of dawn
And I saw him and through his disguise
I wish you a hopeful Christmas
I wish you a brave New Year
All anguish pain and sadness
Leave your heart and let your road be clear
They said there'd be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth
Hallelujah, Noel, be it Heaven or Hell
There's no reason for you to love me
after all of the heartaches we've been through.
But I love you, I just can't help it.
You're so beautiful, what else can I do?
You say you didn't make me love you,
and you tell me that you're not to blame.
But it still hurts me the same.
Baby, love is not a game.
'Cause it hurts, oh.
It hurts, yeah.
I can't stand it, but I can't leave you.
Either way I'm a loser in the end.
I can't shake it, I just can't free you.
It is no use me trying to pretend.
If I didn't really love you,
then maybe I could let you go.
But as sure as the fall winds blow,
I just can't help but love you so.
And it hurts, oh.
It hurts, yeah.
Do you know that love can actually hurt you
enough to make you die?
And if your baby says she's going to desert you,
what you gonna do?
You're sure gonna have the blues tonight.
I can't help it, I've been so lonely.
Life without you is nothing but a drag.
There's no other, you're my one and only.
I would love you in riches or in rags.
If I knew you didn't love me,
I could turn my back and walk away.
It's so easy to say,
but it's so hard to find a way.
'Cause it hurts, oh.
It hurts, yeah.
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.
The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
the funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.
On soft grey mornings widows cry,
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
Livin' on a razor's edge
Sharper than a knife
Surrender to the power of wedge
Keep running for your life
You don't need no periscope
You won't need second sight
It'll come at you so fast my friend
It's thank you and goodnight
Chorus
Caught in the river
You can't stop the flood
That's the power of money, paper blood
Ambition flies on silver wings
Searching for a crown
King of kings, they pull the strings
Until they run you down
No matter what you've undergone
The measure of success
Is how much you can charge it on
American express
Chorus
You don't need to drive a car
And you don't need a house
And you don't need a guiding star
When living like a mouse
In the presidenttial suite
They'd rather see you burn
Ducking and diving just to make ends meet
Cat's foot
Iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid man
Blood rack barbed wire
Polititians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man
Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
My Mama told me you were bad news honey
She said you're gonna ruin my life
Cause I love you too much
You know I love you too much
I want to leave you, there's no denying
I must have tried a million times
But I love you too much
I just love you too much
I stand convicted, behind the bars of love
For me there is no escape,
Not even mercy from Heaven above
You've got me falling this way and that way
anyway you just ain't here
And I love you too much (love you too much)
I love you too much (love you too much)
Well you can take me honey, steal my money
step on my blue suede shoes
And I love you too much (love you too much)
I just love you too much (love you too much)
I've been neglected, while I feel no pain
coz my line's been connected and I can ring it again
and again.
That's right...
So think of what you're doing, leading me to ruin
dont be cruel baby, can't you see
that I love you too much (love you too much)
I just love you too much (love you too much)
Believe that if you hurt me, abuse me and desert me
you know that I would go down in flames
because I love you too much (love you too much)
I just love you too much (love you too much)
I declare it a state of emergency, dial 999
You've got to help me I'm falling
I just don't know if I can take it this time
You know I love you too much (love you too much)
I just love you too much (love you too much)
You know I really ought to put you down
before you make a fool out of me
but I love you too much (love you too much)
I just love you too much (love you too much)
I feel frustrated, like a tiger in a cage
You gotta release me, before I fly into a screaming
rage
You know I love you, I always said I love you
You know I love you, I always said I love you
too much (love you too much)
I love you too much (love you too much)
You know I love you, I always said I love you
You know I love you, I always said I love you
too much (love you too much)
I love you too much (love you too much)
In this our life on earth
Another dawn we face
Is this the moment of truth
For the whole human race
Is that the last man down
Is that the last life laid to waste
Can we find in our hearts
Each and every dream we've misplaced
Before heaven cries tears
On the mountain we climb
Farewell to arms
Rest in peace
May the rain of freedom be released
Farewell to arms
We just can't walk away
We're all sharing this earth at the end of the day
So when the cold wind bites
And the mad dogs speak
However dark is your night
Just keep turning your cheek
'cause when the last shot's fired
It is then the world will be free
And still we are asking
Just how long will it be
Though we're blown by the crosswinds
We stand like a tree
Farewell to arms
Rest in peace
May the rain of freedom be released
Farewell to arms
We just can't walk away
We're all sharing this earth at the end of the day
Down this road we've wandered for so many years
With every step we take
We can tear down all frontiers
Make no mistake
Farewell to arms
We just can't walk away
We're all sharing this earth at the end of the day
Farewell to arms
Farewell to arms
Farewell to arms
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournaments begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrims door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.
On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
There may be an om in moment
But there’s very few folk in focus
Not the first, not the last, not the least.
You needn’t be well to be wealthy
But you’ve got to be whole to be holy
Fetch the rope, fetch the clock, fetch the priest.
Oh this planet of ours is a mess
I bet Heaven’s the same
Look the madman said, "Son,
As a friend, tell me what’s in a name,"
Hallowed be thy name.
I give you the state of statesmen
And the key to what motivates them
On the left, on the right, on the nail
Still I don’t see a man in a mansion
That an accurate pen won’t puncture
Go to town, go to hell, go to jail.
And there’s bars and saloons
Where the jukebox plays blues in the night
Till the madman says "Son,
Time to go we could both use some light"
And thy will be done.
We live in an age of cages
The tale of an ape escaping
In the search for some truth he can use
But many a drunk got drunker
And mostly a thinker, thunker
Set the place, set the time, set the fuse,
The optimist laughed and the pessimist cried in his
wine
And the madman said “Son,
Take a word they’ll all wake given time”
Let thy kingdom come
The madman and I got drunker
Till both thought the other thank you
And we laughed all the way to the stars
The optimist asked for a taste of the pessimist’s wine
And the madman said “Son,
How do you feel?” I said “Me? I feel fine
Lead me into temptation
Into temptation
I said into temptation
I need my allocation of recreation
I want a revelation in degradation
No hesitation, give me variation, give me
I'm driving through the danger zone
to find a way to get to you.
It's a highway to a heart of stone,
it's stopping me from getting through.
Ooh, don't keep me waitin',
it leaves me feeling so up tight.
Automatic, a lost fanatic,
just searching through the night.
Manoeuvres in the danger zone,
a stranger in distress.
Manoeuvres in the danger zone,
I'm sendin' out an SOS.
I'm skatin' over thin ice tonight,
I never thought it could be this cold.
What you're giving me in Fahrenheit,
you're taking back in solid gold.
Ooh, I wanna take you,
don't say I'm coming on too strong.
Reflex action, satisfaction,
tell me where you're coming from.
Manoeuvres in the danger zone,
a stranger in distress.
Manoeuvres in the danger zone,
I'm sendin' out an SOS.
I realize I was a fool to love you. (fool to loveyou)
I should have known.
In your eyes the destination's clear to see.
It was just a passade,
why did you make it so hard for me.
Ooh, I wanna take you,
don't say I'm coming on too strong.
Reflex action, satisfaction,
tell me where you're coming from.
Manoeuvres in the danger zone,
a stranger in distress.
Manoeuvres in the danger zone,
I'm sendin' out an SOS.
Manoeuvres in the danger zone,
a stranger in distress.
Manoeuvres in the danger zone,
I'm sendin' out an SOS.
Manoeuvres in the danger zone,
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass there's a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!
Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....
Blinded by our eyes we pull laughter from the skies
Laughs until he cries, then he dies, then he dies
Come inside, the shows about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....
Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Dixieland, Dixieland
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!
Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were
shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and
see the show!
C'est la vie
Have your leaves all turned to brown
Will you scatter them around you
C'est la vie
Do you love
And then how am I to know
If you dont let your love show for me
C'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Who knows, who cares, for me
C'est la vie
In the night
Do you light a lover's fire
Do the ashes of desire for you remain
Like the sea
There's a love to deep to show
Took a storm before my love
Flowed for you
C'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Who knows, who cares, for me
C'est la vie
Like a song
Out of tune and out of time
All I needed was a rhyme for you
C'est la vie
Do you give
Do you live from day to day
Is there no song I can play for you
C'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Who knows, who cares, for me
I came home late with a hungry heart.
Falling silent in the hall.
And I was feeling the need,
but unable to read
your message shinin' on the wall.
Shakin' and pale, my future for sale.
I knew the loneliness of love.
Feeling withdrawal all alone in the hall,
my heartbreak fitting like a glove.
You didn't want me at all.
You made me feel
as though I'd lived a lie.
The whole world knew except me
what your eyes concealed.
I looked at your face on the pillow case.
The shadow smiled, then fell away.
Your favourite tune still haunted the room.
I would have bled for you to stay,
but you didn't want me at all.
You made me feel
as though I'd lived a lie.
The whole world knew except me
what your eyes concealed.
All those years of secrets and fears
meant nothin' to you but a game.
And the love in your eyes was nothin' but lies.
You let my heart break without shame.
I just fell silent in the hall.
You never loved me at all.
I know the loneliness of love.
My heartbreak fitted like a glove.
He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was laid
He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would sing
A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
In this our life on earth
Another dawn we face
Is this the moment of truth
For the whole human race
Is that the last man down
Is that the last life laid to waste
Can we find in our hearts
Each and every dream we've misplaced
Before heaven cries tears
On the mountain we climb
Farewell to arms
Rest in peace
May the rain of freedom be released
Farewell to arms
We just can't walk away
We're all sharing this earth at the end of the day
So when the cold wind bites
And the mad dogs speak
However dark is your night
Just keep turning your cheek
'cause when the last shot's fired
It is then the world will be free
And still we are asking
Just how long will it be
Though we're blown by the crosswinds
We stand like a tree
Farewell to arms
Rest in peace
May the rain of freedom be released
Farewell to arms
We just can't walk away
We're all sharing this earth at the end of the day
Down this road we've wandered for so many years
With every step we take
We can tear down all frontiers
Make no mistake
Farewell to arms
We just can't walk away
We're all sharing this earth at the end of the day
Farewell to arms
Farewell to arms
Farewell to arms
Farewell to arms...
I remember Paris in '49.
The Champs Elysee, San Michelle,
and old Beaujolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine
in those Parisienne days.
Looking back at the photographs.
Those summer days spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs,
about my old Parisienne days.