"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.