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Mad King

by Jesse Featherstone

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It's open to interpretation (though I know precisely what it's about).

lyrics

And when she walked away, she said,
"I part the sea of wine and bread with my own colossal head."
She don't know I tiptoe along the razor's edge
Only for the crown that hangs on the ledge.
But after the rain, bizarre, she saw that she was just a pickle living in a glass jar,
A far-stretched flood that sings of providence divine and every inch of it a king.

Mother Nature's children, gather 'round me.
(The fish! The birds! Rise and fall in ceremony!)
An ecosystem's declaration, eager for the coronation!
(Ha! Ha! Ha...)
I am the Emperor!
(Hail!)

I tore apart the sun,
And I used it as a piece of chewing gum, and
Stick it to the infidels who cry charade,
Prophecy bestows me with my own parade of alligators two by two.
I'm the toothbrush that waits in the morning for you.
And the flowers of a saint growing out of my cuticles lay to waste those who adhere to the impossible.

Look upon my legions in your fridge.
(The fruit! The milk! Prostrate in the supermarket!)
Service my imagination 'til the date of expiration.
(Ha! Ha! Ha...)
I am the Emperor!
(Hail!)

Now here is where I was before,
Strapped to the beautiful imposters and their monsters who cry for more.
All the words, they wind me up into a spasm,
Though I know your mind is just a gaping chasm.
The self-inflicted delirium tremorgasm.
I've had enough of the symbio-quasi-psycho-hyper-taxiplasm!
I'll bury your swollen heart with time,
As the rivers bleed and the flowers writhe.
And as I feast upon the Father and Son,
You can spare me all your passion 'cause I've already won.

Kneel before the head that wears the crown.
(Come forth! Come near! Salvation is finally here!)
Embalm your soul with dirty water, not a saint, never a martyr.
(Ha! Ha! Ha...)
I am the Emperor!
(Hail!)

credits

released February 24, 2014
Jesse Featherstone - Vocals & Piano
Ali Overing - Vocals
Iris Larson - Vocals
Raina Sokolov-Gonzalez - Vocals
Lucas McCrosson - Bass
Matthew Dowden - Guitar
Marco Spodek - Drums
Szabolc Koczur - Trumpet
Trygve Butler - Trumpet
Cameron West - Horn
Nicholas Reilingh - Trombone
János Sutyak - Trombone
Péter Blága - Tuba

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Jesse Featherstone New York, New York

Jazz/classical pianist, composer, percussionist, singer/songwriter trying to survive the music industry in NYC (for the moment).

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