finally, an episode of American Idol I would consider watching

Sorry to disturb the subject continuity around here, but I just had to post this humorous little joke TV blurb.  Via The Onion:

American Idol

FOX

8 p.m. EDT/7 p.m. CDT

An episode devoted entirely to the music of King Crimson has the remaining contestants shrugging and shaking their heads slowly.

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Ok, back on subject.  I’m working on a paper right now that explores links between fantasy & science fiction literature and progressive rock & heavy metal lyrics.  King Crimson is in there, largely on the merits of their glorious debut album.  If you haven’t heard it, you should.  If you have, you should check out this impressive analysis by Andrew Keeling.

I have hazy junior-college memories of running an AD&D adventure loosely based on the title track.  The various characters were represented – the Crimson King, Black Queen, Fire Witch, Purple Piper, Yellow Jester, and company – but unfortunately I can’t see through the clouds that enshroud those years to really remember much of what actually happened.  Reading the lyrics again makes me want to give it another go, only sober this time…

THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING including RETURN OF THE FIRE WITCH and DANCE OF THE PUPPETS

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 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 gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.

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