"I Met Up With The King" by First Aid Kit

I met up with the king
He confessed his body was burning
I met up with the king
His body had begun to rot
And he said don't think less of me
I'm still the same man I used to be

But no one believed him
No one believed him

I once knew a pretty girl
And she was in love with the world
And she loved a young man
Who loved her body but never saw her mind
He took everything she had kept
And then he took everything else that was left

But no one believed her
No one believed her

I feel just like the king
As I fall on the muddy ground
I feel just like you gal
There's people thinking
They know something now
Well I don't know anything at all
And we mean nothing to history
Well thank God

So tell me do you believe me?
Do you believe me?
I bet you don't
I bet you won't

"Thunderstorm"- A Poem

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My heart is the one storm you can’t conquer

The one bridge you can’t cross

What happened? Feet got tired

Spring is coming don’t lose your grip

(I need you more than my brain lets me believe)

And yesterday you smelled of hope

And grass in the summer

You reminded me of that book I love

With the happiness machine

And the dying but living section for the dreamers…

But that stubborn voice is telling me you’ll hurt me

I’ve lived while dying only once

I couldn’t really take the feeling

Of loads of emptiness (not too much pain)

Just lightness (the bad kind that is

disguised as darkness)

I don’t think you’d do that to me

But something is telling me

You are capable of it.

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"Plain Remarks"- A Poem

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You whispered those words in my ear

And they sounded like the feeling

Of us living in a tent

And waking up to watch the sunrise

While the fire that died last night

(after the plain remarks and mixes of sorrows

were over)

Said its ashes are our past

And the people we met on that old gravel road

Didn’t know our names

Or history because if they did

They wouldn’t want to write a book about it

For people don’t want to read of unsureness

Or regret.

And I apologize but

  

I've dreamed harder than you have.

Beat

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“What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.
'I don't know,' she said. 'Just wait on tables and try to get along.' She yawned. I put my hand over her mouth and told her not to yawn. I tried to tell her how excited I was about life and the things we could do together; saying that, and planning to leave Denver in two days. She turned away wearily. We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.” 

-Jack Kerouac

"What The Piano Might Do"- A Poem

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I don’t think of what’s to come

Because my arms hurt from leaning

I can’t do it anymore living in your shadow

It eats my insides until I’m hollow

And I believe there’s more for me

Then you

At least I hope so because

If there isn’t

I think I’m just going to have to learn the piano

And let the keys touch my fingers

And let my breath catch in my throat

And let the window open beside me brush my hair out of my face

Like you

Never

Did

Or

Could

Do

For

My sorry soul.