“Oh, what a tangled web we weave …

…when first we practice to deceive!” (Sir Walter Scott, 1808)

From Carol King to “Emerson, Lake & Palmer” is not as far as one would think. In the same year as Tapestry, “Emerson, Lake & Palmer” released their second studio album, Tarkus, from which the following track titled “Mass” is pulled. And, it too, lends itself to an extended metaphor of the power of the weave.

The song’s relevance on this, the day after Trump got a second (and expected) reprieve in the Senate in the wake of his second impeachment is obvious. To emphasise my point, I have transcribed the lyrics.

“Mass”, Keith Emerson & Greg Lake
Mass - Emerson Lake & Palmer (Tarkus,1971)

The preacher said a prayer
Save every single hair on his head
He's dead

The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared
Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made

The pilgrim wandered in
Commiting every sin that he could
So good

The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd be saved
From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made

The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed
And all obeyed

The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time
A sign
The weaver in the web that he made

A bishops rings a bell
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
Without a sound

The silent choir sing and in their silence
Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground
The weaver in the web that he made


- "Mass" - music and lyrics by Keith Emerson & Greg Lake