KING CRIMSON


Three Of A Perfect Pair
30th Anniversary Edition
(HQCD)

(1984 / 2001)



1. Three Of A Perfect Pair 4'13
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin)
2. Model Man 3'49
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin)
3. Sleepless 5'24
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin)
4. Man With An Open Heart 3'05
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin)
5. Nuages (That Which Passes, Passes Like Clouds) 4'48
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin)
6. Industry 7'04
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin)
7. Dig Me 3'17
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin)
8. No Warning 3'29
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin)
9. Larks' Tongues In Aspic (Part III) 6'06
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin)

Bonus Tracks


10. The King Crimson Barber Shop 1'38
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin) 11. Industrial Zone A 1'44
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin) 12. Industrial Zone B 4'33
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin) 13. Sleepless (Tony Levin Mix) 7'27
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin) 14. Sleepless (Bob Clearmountain Mix) 7'27
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin) 15. Sleepless (Dance Mix: Francois Kevorkian) 6'17
(Adrian Belew / Bill Bruford / Robert Fripp / Tony Levin)
Total Time: 68:19


  • Robert Fripp – Guitar
  • Adrian Belew – Guitar, Fretless Guitar, Voice
  • Tony Levin – Bass Guitar, Chapman Stick, Synth, Support Vocals
  • Bill Bruford – Acoustic and Electric Drumming

    Produced by KING CRIMSON
    Engineer: Brad Davis with Tony .Arnold (Amy's Shack) on "Industry" and "Dig Me"
    "Sleepless" Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
    Assistant Engineers: Nick James, Ray Niznik and Peter Hefter
    Social Services: Tex Read
    Cover Symbol from a design by Peter Wilts of the Trevall Mill Studio
    Management: Patrick Spinks
    © Robert FRIPP

    Music by KING CRIMSON
    Words by Adrian Belew

    24 bit Remaster by Simon Heyworth and Robert Fripp at SANCTUARY MASTERING, London, January 9-12, 2001

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    ©1984 E.G. RECORDS Ltd.




    1. Three Of A Perfect Pair

      She is susceptible
      He is impossible
      They have their cross to share
      Three of a perfect pair...
      He has his contradicting views
      She has her cyclothymic moods
      They make a study in despair
      Three of a perfect pair...

      One, one too many
      Schizophrenic tendencies
      Keeps it complicated
      Keeps it agggravated
      And full of this hopelessness
      What a perfect mess...

    2. Model Man

      Look at the signs
      Look at the symptoms
      Look at the slight
      Calm before the storm
      I feel the silence
      I feel the signals
      I feel the strain
      Tension in my head
      Well, what more can be said...

      Not a model man
      Not a saviour or a saint
      Imperfect in a word
      Make no mistake
      But I
      Give you everything I have
      Take me as I am ...

    3. Sleepless

      In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
      With a swell of panic and pain
      My veins are aching for the distant reef
      In the crush of emotional waves...

      Alright, get a hold of yourself
      An' don't fight it, it's over your head
      It's alright, the rumble in your ears
      It's alright to feel a little fear
      An' don't fight it, it's over your head
      It's alright, you wake up in your bed...

      Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
      They cover my foreign floors and walls
      Submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
      They keep me sleepless at night...

      Hey, can you picture the sight
      The figures on the beach in the searing night
      And the roaring hurt of my silent fight...
      Can you pull me out
      Of this sleepless night
      Can you pull me out?...

    4. in the dream I fall into the sleepless sea

      With a swell of panic and pain
      My veins are aching for the distant reef
      In the crush of emotional waves...

      Alright, get a hold of yourself
      An' don't fight it, it's over your head
      It's alright, the rumble in your ears
      It's alright to feel a little fear
      An' don't fight it, it's over your head
      It's alright, you wake up in your bed...

      Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
      They cover my foreign floors and walls
      Submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
      They keep me sleepless at night...

      Hey, can you picture the sight
      The figures on the beach in the searing night
      And the roaring hurt of my silent fight...
      Can you pull me out
      Of this sleepless night
      Can you pull me out?...



    She wouldn't need to be a bird without a wing
    Or be a servant to a telephone ring
    She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed
    It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
    Here comes right now...

    She could be moody, dramatic as a play
    Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade
    Could be irregular and singing in her underwear...
    It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
    Here comes right now...

    Her wild and wise womanly
    Introspectiveness
    Her faults and files of foolishness...

    Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart...
    Here comes right now ...

    5. Nuages (That Which Passes, Passes Like Clouds)

    Instrumental

    6. Industry

    Instrumental

    7. Dig Me

      It's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons
      Toothy grills and car parts before me...the acid rain floods my
      Floorboard, burns my pores, and rots my upholstry.. once I was
      Worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty
      Angry bay...

      I'm ready to leave
      I wanna get out of here
      I'm ready to ride away
      I don't want to die in here
      I'm ready to ride

      Mmy skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue... my body
      Unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal
      Relics... what was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty,
      But this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway...

      Dig me ... but don't ... bury me

    8. No Warning

    Instrumental

    9. Larks' Tongues In Aspic (Part III)

    Instrumental