Poet Fool
Lyrics
Poet marches on in the naked kings parade Nobody cares when he kicks up a stone His heads hanging down from the weight of the charade No answers in the dirt, just dead old weary bones. You run, run, run like a mad man on a potion You come, come down like a bird Poet sings aloft on a stump of stone Heavy words, heavy songs, he heaves them out to the throng But they float like clouds across the backs of thesespoken And he weeps like a child when they cheer an honest boys song. Poet, poet fool You should be king The obliging rings from your stool The one great voice of the kingdom But no, no, no one listens to Poet fool
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 04:04
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 106 BPM