I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing,
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
THE MUSIC IS HERE BRO
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Someone needs to tell this guy that a "pity party" is kinda like peeing in your pants. At first its warm and nice but then quickly turns cold awkward and uncomfortable.
They use a few old world allegories implying this is a true empire like situation but given the song title it's more likely just about growing old and impotent. Impotent as in powerless not just erection-less. Life is a zero-sum game and as one goes through old age they essentially regress and slowly lose independence. Thank god for medical science, though, and our determination that no person should ever die even if it means taking away every shed of their dignity and purpose. Attach mentioned is the source of suffering.
That's "attachment" is the source of suffering
There was a time when I would have written a song like this. This is the song written by someone who is finally realizing the lie that all of us are conditioned to belive from the moment we are born into this insane world. With that realization comes pain and anger. And pain and anger can be good fodder for writing songs. They help the writer process and cope. Ultimately this song is not that interesting. Perhaps to a younger man. But I realized this truth already and it does me no good to baste in all the woe. It would do people some good though to have a song written for young kids telling then not to even buy into the lie in the first place. Then maybe we can begin the long process of evolving rather than just spinning out wheels in the humanitarian rut
Yes... I find pity party songs very annoying because if someone dumped a person, left a person, etc. they don't give a rat's ass.
As for getting old and dying. Its a miracle of the modern age that we get to prolong the process of dying for years and years. One does not just lie in one's own filth for a day or two. Now days you lie in your filth for ten years.
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