Emerson, Lake & Palmer:Take a Pebble

“Take a Pebble”
Artist:	Emerson, Lake & Palmer
Albums:	Emerson Lake & Palmer (1970) Welcome Back My Friends to the Show That Never Ends... Ladies and Gentlemen (1974) The Show That Never Ends (2001)

Just take a pebble
And cast it to the sea
Then watch the ripples
That unfold into me
My face fills so gently
Into your eyes
Disturbing the waters
Of our lives

Shreds of our memories
Are lying on your grass
Wounded words of laughter
Are graveyards of the past
Photographs are grey and torn
Scattered in your fields
Letters of your memories
Are not real

Wear sadness on your shoulders
Like a worn out overcoat
In pockets creased and tattered
Hang the rags of your hope
The daybreak is your midnight
The colours have all died
Disturbing the waters of our lives
Of our lives, lives, lives
Of our lives

Live Version (1973)

Just take a pebble
And cast it to the sea
Then watch the ripples
That unfold into me
My face fills so gently
Into your eyes
Disturbing the waters
Of our lives

Shreds of our memories
Are lying on your grass
Wounded words of laughter
Are graveyards of the past
Photographs are grey and torn
Scattered in your fields
Letters of your memories
Are not real

Still... You Turn Me On

Do you wanna be an angel?
Do you wanna be a star?
Wanna play some magic on my guitar?
Wanna be a poet?
Do you wanna be my string?
You could be anything

Do you wanna be the lover of another
Undercover
You could even be the Man on the Moon

Do you wanna be the player?
Do you wanna be the song?
Let me tell you something
You just couldn't be more wrong

See I really have to tell you
When you're buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallised
Still
You turn me on mm
Hmm
You turn me on yeah
Mm-hmm
You turn me on

Do you wanna be the pillow where I lay my head
Do you wanna be the feathers lying in my bed
Do you wanna be the colour cover magazine
Create a scene

Every day a little sadder
A little madder
Someone get me a ladder

Do you wanna be the player?
Do you wanna be the string?
Let me tell you something
It just don't mean a thing

You see I really have to tell you
That it all gets so intense
From my experience
It just doesn't seem to make sense
But still
You turn me on yeah
Mm-hmm
You turn me on yeah
Mm-hmm
You turn me on

Lucky Man

Crazy

He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door

Oh what a lucky man he was (was was was was)
Oh what a lucky man he was (was was was was)

With white lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was led

Oh what a lucky man he was (was was was was)
Oh what a lucky man he was (was was was was)

He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honour and his glory (glory glory glory)
The people sing

Oh what a lucky man he was (was was was was)
Oh what a lucky man he was (was was was was)

A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he lay down
And he died (died died)

Thank you very much