Life of Kings

BrockaArt, Music, PoemsLeave a Comment

I wrote this song many years ago. I never published it with my EP or later as a single. The recent comments by a New York Times reporter regarding Obama’s birthday crowd being ‘sophisticated and vaccinated’ reminded me of some of the elitist lyrics. When I first imagined the song, I wanted it to have the energy of a big musical number set to Mozart-style chamber music. Had I had the production dollars, I would’ve put out the song in order to have an excuse for the music video; of course, I have it storyboarded already. My revived writing dedication has spilled over into music again, and I would very much like to go back in the studio: finish incomplete ideas; share a few new ones; wrap a bow around everything officially. (I tried attaching the music, but the file type is not permitted for security reasons. I’ll figure it out later and update the post)

Smell of success despite the boozers
Fall in a bloodline, marching by orders
Put up airs; knock their socks off
Everyone is such a trooper.
Left fires in their wake; no matter what they break.
Staircases escalate....Jump off to make the scene

Chorus:
I want to dance, I want to sing, I want to live the life of kings
being led up to, fed off, the banquet of everything
I want to dance, I want to sing, I want to live the life of kings
being led up to, fed off, the banquet of everything

Up long driveways, manicured sidewalks
coast is clear, stumbling before you fall
Swing from chandeliers with champagne all the time
no need for an occasion
Glasses clinking with sly smiles.
Grown-ups in masquerade can't amount to very much
Sweet cakes and sweetmeats; a kiss upon each cheek
a big to-do with little touch
Never grow up; just show up to the same games of a child

Chorus:
I want to dance, I want to sing, I want to live the life of kings
being led up to, fed off, the banquet of everything
I want to dance, I want to sing, I want to live the life of kings
being dropped off and bought off; never pay for anything
(repeat)

Breakdown:
All for that. Was it worth it?
So much for that. The show...is over.
Pull the curtain on the scene
Someone cleans up everything 

The suitcase on a tapestry; heavy things never carried
Basset hounds on rolling grounds; polo rides a sight to see
Artwork in a circle jerk; dropping names behind each scene
Ladies are leaner; skin's a clarity
The grass may be greener, but your pain's a certainty

Chorus:
I want to dance, I want to sing, I want to live the life of kings
being led up to, fed off, the banquet of everything
I want to dance, I want to sing, I want to live the life of kings
being dropped off and bought off; never pay for anything
I want to dance, I want to sing, I want to live the life of kings
Get what I want when I want if I kiss both of your cheeks 
if I kiss both of your cheeks.
BrockaLife of Kings

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