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A Tribute to KING CRIMSON’s “The Court of the Crimson King”

Text by Bruce Gallanter (Downtown Music Gallery, November 9th, 2023)

“The Court of the Crimson King” performed by King Crimson. From their first album released in October of 1969

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

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Jesse Sykes

A Special Toast to My/Our Old Friend Jesse Sykes

Text by Bruce Gallanter (Downtown Music Gallery, November 16th, 2022)

“Marble Son” performed by Jesse Sykes & The Sweet Hereafter

Oh, marble son, why can’t I love you more?
I wish I’d found you beautiful before
When I was young, I’d have most anyone
But I only loved what was to come undone, come undone

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The United States of America

A Homage to the Psychedelic Rock Band The United States Of America

Text by Bruce Gallanther (DMG Newsletter for April 14th, 2023)

The United States of America“The Garden of Earthly Delights” performed by The United States Of America, released in 1968. Written by Joseph Byrd and Dorothy Moskowitz

Poisonous gardens, lethal and sweet
Venomous blossoms
Choleric fruit, deadly to eat

Violet nightshades, innocent bloom
Omnivourous orchids
Cautiously wait, hungrily loom

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The Byrds (photo by By http://www.drb-fans.com/pre-drb.html, Copyright : Sony Music Entertainment, 1965 (then CBS, Inc.), Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=22312881)

A Homage to THE BYRDS’ “Eight Miles High”

Text by Bruce Gallanther (DMG Newsletter for February 16th, 2023)
Photograph of The Byrds (1965): http://www.drb-fans.com/pre-drb.html, Copyright : Sony Music Entertainment, 1965 (then CBS, Inc.)

“Eight Miles High” written by Gene Clark, Jim McGuinn & David Crosby. Released as a single on March 14, 1966. Performed by The Byrds, from their Fifth Dimension LP,

Eight miles high, and when you touch down
You’ll find that it’s stranger than known
Signs in the street, that say where you’re going
Are somewhere just being their own
Nowhere is there warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town, known for its sound
In places, small faces unbound
Round the squares, huddled in storms
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes, and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone

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