“King Machine”
Piano lessons open escape to the world
Tin Pan Alley dreams become his one and only girl
California prays for its poets in those days
Sun shines down on troubadours, making their ways
Few if any have had so much fun, making a hit-machine!
Though you know he was pretty bummed in the spaces in between.
It was never just about the words, solar a-gammon
Every send up of a trend on a record you leave on
He’s still standing, so long chasing the crown
Though it never left his head, as sure as the dirt is brown
There’s no room for thrones, as the tribute-paying record stores close
Such a super fan flair, no one knows, he was the biggest thing
King Machine
The sage who brushed wild west romance, the kicker of the moss
Gave his words to the captain to celebrate the loss
They would dance, they would fantasize
Those who could not dig his truth, couldn’t see his eyes
Keep turning, old wagon wheel, you know how I feel
Country comforts, rockets and jets, history and the changing world met
Auction his costumes & bolo feathers
Cheered the brightest day,felt the change of weather
He’s still standing, so long chasing the crown
Though it never left his head, as sure as the dirt is brown
There’s no room for thrones, as the tribute-paying record stores close
Such a super fan flair, no one knows, he was the biggest thing
King Machine
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