Exiles

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"Exiles"
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Song by King Crimson
from the album Larks' Tongues in Aspic
Length 7:40
Writer(s) David Cross, Robert Fripp
Lyricist(s) Richard W. Palmer-James
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Larks' Tongues in Aspic track listing
Book of Saturday
2
Exiles
3
Easy Money
4

Contents

Lyrics

Now...in this faraway land
Strange...that the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy

Spring...and the air's turning mild
City lights...and the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry

Friends...do they know what I mean
Rain...and the gathering green
Of an afternoon out-of-town

But Lord I had to go
My trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkard's name for me
Though now this other life
Has brought a different understanding
And from these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alone's no injury...

My home...was a place near the sand
Cliffs...and a military band
Blew an air of normality

Copyright

© 1973 EG Records Ltd.
Published by EG Music Inc. (BMI)

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