Rock Progresivo

¿Por que se siguió haciendo música ?, si es un hecho científicamente probado que la música alcanzó su máxima expresión en el '77.

Homer Simpson ( episodio :3F21 "Homerpalooza")

Epitaph

Fripp/McDonald/Lake/Giles/Sinfield
The wall on wich the prophets wrote

is cracking at the seams.

Upon the instruments of Death

the sunlight brightly gleams.

When every man is torn apart

with nightmares and with dreams,

will no one lay the laurel wreat

has silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,

the seeds of time were sown,

and watered by the deeds of those

Who know and who are known;

Knowledge is a deadly friend

when no one sets the rules.

The fate of all mankind I see

is in the hans of fools.
Confusion will be my Epitaph,

as I crawl a cracked and broken path

if we make we can all sit backand laugh.

But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,

yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.