Emerson, Lake & Palmer


1. The Barbarian 4'36
(Keith Emerson / Greg Lake / Carl Palmer)
Adapted from Bela Bartok's Allego Barbaro
2. Take A Pebble 12'39
(Greg Lake)
3. Knife Edge 5'10
(Keith Emerson / Richard Fraser / Greg Lake)
Adapted from Janacek's Sinfonietta
4. Three Fates: 7'48
(Keith Emerson)
a) Clotho (Royal Festival Hall Organ)
b) Lachesis (Piano solo)
c) Atropos (Piano trio)
5. Tank 6'53
(Keith Emerson / Carl Palmer)
6. Lucky Man 4'40
(Greg Lake)

Total Time: 41:46

  • Keith Emerson - Keyboards
  • Greg Lake - Bass Guitar, Vocals
  • Carl Palmer - Drums, Percussion

    Produced by Greg Lake
    Engineer: Eddie Offord
    Barry Diament - Mastering
    Stephen Innocenzi - Mastering
    Joseph M. Palmaccio - Remastering
    Nic Dartnell - Cover Design, Paintings

    All Songs Arranged & Directed by Emerson, Lake & Palmer

    {1} Published by BOOSEY & HAWKES MUSIC PUBLISHING Ltd.
    {2} {6} by LEADCHOICE Ltd. (ASCAP)
    {4} by EMI UNART (BMI)

    Recorded at ADVISION

    1970 LEADCLASS Ltd.

    1. Barbarian

      ( instrumental )

    2. Take A Pebble

      Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
      Then watch the ripples that unfold into me,
      My face spill so gently into your eyes,
      Disturbing the waters of our lives.

      Shread 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 mem'ries are not real.

      Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout 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, of our lives, lives,
      lives, lives...
      Of our lives.

    3. Knife Edge

      Just a step cried the sad man
      Take a look down at the madman
      Theatre kings on silver wings
      Fly beyond reason
      From the flight of the seagull
      Come the spread claws of the eagle
      Only fear breaks the silence
      As we all kneel pray for guidance

      Tread the road cross the abyss
      Take a look down at the madness
      On the streets of the city
      Only spectres still have pity
      Patient queues for the gallows
      Sing the praises of the hallowed
      Our machines feed the furnace
      If they take us they will burn us

      Will you still know who you are
      When you come to who you are

      When the flames have their season
      Will you hold to your reason
      Loaded down with your talents
      Can you still keep your balance
      Can you live on a knife-edge

    4. Three Fates

      ( instrumental )

    5. Tank

      ( instrumental )

    6. Lucky Man

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

      Oooh, what a lucky man he was
      Oooh, 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
      So he laid down and he died

      Oooh, what a lucky man he was
      Oooh, what a lucky man he was