Originally released: 1979
And the voices of (among others):
For details about which performer performed on which track see Claas Kazzer's Exposure Pages.
(Note: click on title for lyrics)
- 1'20 Preface (Fripp)
- 2'23 You Burn Me Up I'm A Cigarette (Fripp, Hall)
- 4'41 Breathless (Fripp)
- 2'46 Disengage (Fripp, Hammill, Walton)
- 3'06 North Star (Fripp, Hall, Walton)
- 2'12 Chicago (Fripp, Hall, Walton)
- 2'16 NY3 (Fripp)
- 2'06 Mary (Fripp, Hall, Walton)
- 4'25 Exposure (Fripp, Gabriel)
- 2'53 Häaden Two (Fripp)
- 2'35 Urban Landscape (Fripp)
- 3'50 I May Not Have Had Enough Of Me But I've Had Enough Of You (Fripp, Walton)
- 0'03 First Inaugural Address To I.A.C.E. (Fripp, Bennett)
- 1'27 Water Music I (Fripp, Bennett)
- 4'01 Here Comes The Flood (Gabriel)
- 4'16 Water Music II (Fripp)
- 0'37 Postscript (Fripp)
Details courtesy of Claas Kazzer's Exposure Pages.
You Burn Me Up I'm A Cigarette
Words by Robert Fripp.
You burn me up I'm a cigarette You hold my hand I begin to sweat You make me nervous Ooh I'm nervous It must be real bad karma For this to be my dharma With you You burn me up I'm a cigarette Life with you is a loser's bet You make me crazy Ooh I'm going crazy Your therapeutic antics Well they really make me frantic With you Strategic interaction irreducible fraction Terminal inaction and a bitter hostile faction I'm getting anxious I'm franxious Transactional diseases are the only thing that pleases We You burn me up I'm a cigarette Demanding my attention which you're not gonna get What did the sage mean? What had the sage seen? Musical elation is my only consolation Oh yeah You burn me up I'm about to ignite When you tell me you love me I give up this fight I'm feeling put down my feelings shut down I want rejuvenation from male emancipation [note: some releases omit printing this verse] Strategic interaction terminal inaction A bitter hostile faction irreducible fraction Transactional diseases are the only thing that pleases We
Words by Joanna Walton.
Mrs Marion is strict with her servant Behind locked doors over coffee they speak They speak to my sister my parents And I'm trying hard not to shriek Disengage Disengage Disengage She decodes my secrets my fragments I'd create any betrayal for their sake She asks me to wait in the hallway Where I'm doing my best not to shake Disengage Disengage Disengage Muttering words to her for convenience I start to head for the door Mrs Marion screams over my shoulder Walking out's just another metaphor
Words by Joanna Walton.
North Star We stare How far How clear Now touch Touch here Now warm Now near Now near Within With you With love With love How sweet How filled Now time Now time Now touch How sweet How near How filled Now time Times still I'm still Tonight North star We stare How far How clear How far How clear How far How clear Now touch Touch here Now warm Now near Within you With you With love With love With love I stand in the hallway She stands in the hall I stand at the doorway She stands at the door I lean in the window She leans on the wind I wait for beginnings She waits for the end North star North star How far How clear Now touch Touch here Now warm Now near Now near How far How clear Now touch Touch here Now warm Now near Now near
Words by Joanna Walton.
I smile like Chicago She laughs like the breeze I try so hard to charm her With minor mysteries I collide with her softness With whispers and pleas Echoes of the movements Delicate obscenties It's a one quarter rain dance Half of it's prayer It's a simplest romance Rattles high in the air She's the gentlest pretender I'm a clown on a spree Still it's sweet to remember The way it might be I smile like Chicago
Father: Your house Daughter: My house Father: Your house Daughter: My house Father: Your house Daughter: My house Well get out there's the door Well get out there's the door Well get out there's the door Well get out there's the door Father: It is not your house It is not your house It is not your house It is not your house It is not your house Mother: And you're a cocaine sniffer And you're a cocaine sniffer And you're a cocaine sniffer And you're a cocaine sniffer Don't you call me a slut Father: No Mother: You're carrying a baby You don't know whether it's a nigger a spic or a white baby Don't you call me a slut Father: No Mother: You're carrying a baby You don't know whether it's a nigger a spic or a white baby You've got to go for an abortion baby I never had to Father: No way never Mother: You've got to go for an abortion baby I never had to Father: No way never Mother: You're carrying a baby You don't know whether it's a nigger a spic or a white baby You've got to go for an abortion baby I never had to Father: No way never Father: Your house Daughter: My house Father: Your house Daughter: My house Father: Your house Your house Daughter: My house Father: Your house Daughter: My house Well get out there's the door
Words by Joanna Walton.
That a creature could be so lonely It became my deepest wish To give her my love To embrace her forever And to have her find some peace She who was so lonely Came with volumes of feeling I have never known Except perhaps for Mary And she was always my sister And she was always my sister That a creature could be so lonely It became my deepest wish To give her my love To embrace her forever And to have her find some peace She who was so lonely Came with volumes Volumes of feeling I have never known Except perhaps for Mary And she was always my sister
I May Not Have Had Enough Of Me But I've Had Enough Of You
Words by Joanna Walton.
That is the way it is because it is that way It is that way in that it is the way it is In the way that it is that way that is the way it is In the way that that is the way that is the way it is that isit is the way Or, that it is that way is the way it is The way it is that is the way it is In that it is the way it is is because it is that way Or that it is the way that it is is the way that it is that That is the way that it is the way that it is is the way thatit is that way I may not have enough of me but I've had enough of you
Here Comes The Flood
Words by Peter Gabriel.
When the night shows the signals grow on radios All the strange things they come and go as early warnings Stranded starfish have no place to hide Still waiting for the swollen easter tide There's no point in direction We cannot even choose a side Crowd Lord here comes the flood We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood If again the seas are silent in any still alive It'll be those who gave their island to survive Drink up dreamers you're running dry I took the old track The hollow shoulder, across the waters On the tall cliffs They were getting older; sons and daughters The jaded underworld was riding high Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky And as the nails sunk in the cloud The rain was warm and soaked the crowd When the flood calls You have no home, you have no walls In the thunder crash You're a thousand minds, within a flash Don't be afraid to cry at what you see The actors gone, there's only you and me And if we break before the dawn They'll use up what we used to be
© 1978 EG Music Ltd. except
"Here Comes The Flood" © 1978 Peter Gabriel Ltd. / Hit & Run Music Publishing Inc.
Reviews are listed in chronological order within each section. Please retain a chronological order when adding new reviews.
Date Submitted: 27-Jan-98
By: Sandy Starr (alexander.starr at mansfield dot oxford dot ac dot uk)
"'Exposure' is a stunning album, and one of my favourite to come out of the Fripp/Crimson stable. Its fragmented sequence of short pieces, interspersed with typically Frippian snatches of conversation and dialogue, lends itself well to repeated listening. The incredible intensity of the album probably stems from the complete change of Fripp's mental and spiritual outlook in the late seventies, his first involvement with the IACE Sherbourne House, his first development of the degree of discipline that governs his life and music to this day, and the beginning of his 'Drive to 1981'.
"'Breathless' is an impeccable Fripp instrumental, up there with 'Red' and 'Lark's Tongues II' - it sounds like 'Fracture' from 'Starless And Bible Black' with all the careful build-up discarded to leave a concise piece of sinister, guitar-driven music. Hammill's voice lends itself perfectly to the agression of 'Disengage' and ' I May Not Have Had Enough Of Me But I've Had Enough Of You'. NY3 brings out the same agression, which I love so much, by setting it to the endlessly looped sounds of domestic altercation. And as a bonus, 'Exposure' is much funkier than the version on Peter Gabriel's second album, and the beauty of 'Here Comes The Flood' much more apparent in its quieter, more atmospheric setting than it is on Gabriel's first album. The intermittent Frippertronics are good too. A masterpiece."
Date Submitted: 16-Jul-98
By: Xavier Fabriano (huckcherry at hotmail dot com)
"I was really disappointed by this album. I know Fripp intended it to be "MOR" or "pop" or whatever, but it isn't even that interesting. Despite what people may say, K.C. definately had a pop streak in them. I mean, in the perfect world, songs like "Cat Food," "Book of Saturday," and "Heartbeat" would have been Number One hits, and should anyone doubt the fact that Fripp and company often had a pop sensibility, I direct you to "The Cheerful Insanity of Giles, Giles, and Fripp." But anyhow, I was disappointed because with the exception of "Here Comes The Flood," (which is a Peter Gabriel song) none of the songs boasted a memorable melody. They just seemed like empty genre exercises, and there was very little of that brainiac aura that makes most of K.C.'s material so good. For example, "NY3" sounds like the requisite Fripp instrumental; it's even duller than "Larks Tongue Part 2" and "Fracture" combined! If there is one good thing can be said about this album, that is, along with the Bowie albums, it makes the transition from "Red" to "Discipline" seem more logical, in turn, making the legacy of K.C. more coherent. That says it; a "transitional" album. If you want to hear Fripp and companies best shots at music resembling anything remotely like pop or pop melodies, do your self a favour and pick up a copy of "Sleepless -- The Concise King Crimson.""
Date Submitted: 1-Mar-99
By: Phil Davis (pdavis at lincoln dot ac dot uk)
"I am impelled to write a few words in celebration of this awesome album which is one of my all time favourites. Its a real rollercoaster ride encompassing soothing soundscapes and brainaching chord progressions. Exposure is notable for its great sense of humour and irony which Fripp executes with precision timing; check out the "vinyl massacre" at the termination of "I may not have had enough of me..." or any of the sampled quotes thrown in at just the right moment ("dismal, pathetic chord sequence!"). That's not to say Exposure doesn't have a darker side: "Breathless","Disengage" and "NY3" are truly disturbing in a peculiarly Frippish way, but these bouts of madness are offset by the more reflective "North Star" and "Mary", not to mention Fripp's soundscaping (but he still keeps an edge to these, he doesn't let you relax!). I can't go without praising the words of Joanna Walton, presented above. These lyrics add to the album's vitality and contribute to its staying "fresh". Exposure has a certain quirkiness (the idea that its a phone call for a start!!) but that's not to say the quality of musicianship and songwriting is compromised. It really is quality entertainment from start to finish and even has the feel of a precursor of Thrak when you consider the different styles the album presents. Oh I could go on and on. If you've not heard it, do so!!"