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I Met Up With The King Lyrics
I met up with the king
He confessed his body was burning
I met up with the king
His body had began 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
He confessed his body was burning
I met up with the king
His body had began to rot
And he said don't think less of me
I'm still the same man I used to be
No one believed him
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
No one believed her
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
Do you believe me?
I bet you don't
I bet you won't
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This song is about identity, and how the situations we're put in can change what or how we value ourselves.
Joanna and Klara consistently write songs that touch on the humble theme which embraces and celebrates the coldness in this uncompassionate, material universe. They often speak to me as if they're saying, "sorry to break this to you, but the universe doesn't revolve around your feelings. But don't get hung up on that, and live as if every moment is your last, because it very much is".
This song in particular puts this theme next to our often futile pursuit of youth and love, and how circumstances can change, no matter how much we'd like to believe we are in control. do you believe it? that one day when we die and your story eventually fades from the pages of history, have you come to terms with this reality, that nothing is forever? Well thank GOD! Isn't it good that history holds no permanent memory of us and our tragic failures, so we can keep moving on, unhindered by the memories of the past?