Mikey the King

It’s here, the new CD is here! The long awaited Return from Overwhelm is here. Purchase your digital copy on Amazon HERE

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LYRICS

FULL MOON OVER THE RAZOR WIRE
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)

Full moon over the razor wire
It’s all I got in common with the world out there
It’s been a 20 year bid
That I thought would never ever end
But I got 18 days and a wake up
Before I’m on the road again

I’ve seen stupid dominate the yard
Tattooed dudes busy bringin’ in the goodies
With a compromised guard
My cup runneth under and I hide myself
Beneath my headphones
And I got 18 days and a wake up - before I go home

And when I hit the gate and I hit the open road
I’m gonna hit the ground running
Singin’ Hallelujah baby! Hallelujah baby! Baby I’m free!
And I can almost hear
The sound of a new day coming
When I can play my old guitar the way I used to
And wash away the orange – with the blues
It’s better not to wonder, better not to care
I saw a joker with a receding Mohawk
Tuning up a chomo in a wheelchair
I’d really like to help when they persecute the weak
But I got 18 days and a wake up
I’d kinda like to keep my teeth

Some of us are crazy, baby, some of us are just insane
Some are suicidal and the rest of us are
Circling the drain

I used to miss my woman on the street
I probably got PTS from her set a’ double D’s
Ah, but she moved on to a guy who used to be a friend
But I’ll get even by succeeding
Then I‘ll top it off by fallin’ in love again

Eighteen days – and a wake-up
Eighteen days – and I’m gonna go home

MY DIFFICULT GIRL
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)

She didn’t know she was pretty
Pretty darn good at getting everybody all riled up
My difficult girl

She was a puzzle with a broken piece within
And she wasn’t very good at being happy
But I made her laugh every now and then

If I could call in a favor – call in a favor
I’d bring her back home
If I could call in a favor – call in a favor to the Big Guy
I’d bring her back home

She wore a v-neck sweater with nothing on underneath
Just 18, drinking E&J with a fake ID
And she moved like the dancer that she was
And lit up like a sparkler
When the back-beat was good enough
If I could call in a favor – call in a favor
I’d bring her back home
If I could call in a favor on my bended knees
And I know I’m being heard
I would pray out loud in the middle of the night

Ain’t it strange how we open up our hearts
Then labor as a unified team
To blow them both apart
But that’s what we did and the rest just seems to fade
Like a row of distant mountains
Growing hazy as they roll away

I’D RATHER SMOKE BUTTS THAN KISS THEM (HOMELESS BOUND)
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)

That’s my briefcase in the fire
The judgment of my boss
Did not inspire me all that much
So I left – just like that
I left my philodendron and a motivational plaque
And a fantasy of working hard enough
To buy a bunch of labor-saving stuff

Because I’d rather smoke butts than kiss them
I got a wife and kids but I doubt that I will miss them
I’m gonna pack up everything I own
And head on outta town
Say yeah – homeless bound

I walk, from town to town, when I ever gave a damn
The damages have always been profound
Then a midnight star, took a dive
It left a trail of white that amused me for a second
And was swallowed by the night
And I am like that shining lump
But lately, I’ve been way too shy to jump

Why me? Why me?
I’m so good looking and alone
But tell me, why me? Why can’t I be free
When I am home with my family
And doing what I’m supposed to?

My thoughts are rolling in a loop
I don’t know much, but Honey here’s the scoop

DIRT NAP
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)

Baby - whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do, baby?
There were tears, tears on her rack
They were falling like rain with a pitter pat
Cause she said good bye, just get lost
Go kick rocks and never come back
I got wacko, nutso, cryin like a putzo
All those memories tearin’ at my guts, so
Good-bye lover girl, she was so hot
Armpit hair like a Muppet in a headlock
Looooove – oh, what a juggernaut
Spent two years tryin to find her G spot
I never got it done and I think it upset her
Though I found a couple spots with a different letter
Everything biffs it, everything croaks
Even love sometimes gives up the ghost
Hey – love sometimes gives up the ghost

Baby - whatcha gonna do?
Everybody has to take a dirt nap someday
I know this is true but there ain’t no need to hurry
Here is something you can do - Procrastinate!

I get crazy baby, I really go wild
Like a bird takin’ a poop on an artificial owl
I get bold like a ninja – Gunga Dinja
Ya better back away cause my heat’ll singe ya
With a fire lickin at your back
Like a nymphomaniac in a witch trial way back
Danger, I love it, baby what the hell
Drivin’ thru the neighborhood without my seatbelt
Then before ya know it I’m as timid as a mouse
Back at the house, pullin’ out and puttin’ on
Music – old Led Zeppelin
Turn it up loud and smell what they’re steppin’ in
Everything biffs it, everything croaks
Even dedicated bands give up the ghost

From baby blue to black
It’s just the way of the sky
Don’t get excited by the darkest days
Everything is changing, changing always
Always . . . always . . . all ways . .

Reaper Dude, dressed in black
All bummed out like you ran outta Prozac
You really don’t frighten me all that much
Unless it’s kinda dark then I’ll ralph on my Reboks
And I’ll be freakin’; my knees’ll be weakened
My heart’ll go bananas like I been tweakin’ and
I’ll take it to the max when I try to repent
For the words that I might have spoken
That I never really meant
Then I’ll say one more thing to my friend Mr. D
Please take anybody else but me
Hey, Please take anybody else but me

I was a little hoarse for this one but that’s okay. Maybe a broken song needs a broken voice now and then.

RETURN FROM OVERWHELM
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)

It’s true, the sky is still kinda blue
Behind all the trees and the frost
But who cares when you’re lost - who cares?
What can be done?

Just lift yourself up, take the wheel
Rise above how you feel and move on

It’s midnight again, everyone else is asleep
But I’m all alone with some thoughts
That I can’t overcome
What can be done?

Just lift yourself up, take the wheel
Rise above how you feel and move on
Friendship is great
But sometimes it just slides away
I still have some friends that I love
Who no longer care
Who no longer care I’m afraid
What’s to be done?

Just lift yourself up, take the wheel
Rise above how you feel and move on

Lift yourself up, take the helm
And make that hard return from overwhelm

BLOW ME UP
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)

Let me tell you ‘bout my baby
She’s even greater than the Great Houdini
She’s got a heart like Mother Teresa
But she looks a little better in a string bikini

Do I love her? Do I love that Northern Belle?
Do I love her? I love her so much I wanna slap myself
I got 400 miles to go before I’m with
My Lackawanna baby, so fine
And I’m gonna hold her tight
And tell her what’s on my mind
I’m just gonna say

Blow me.
Blow me up, I’m your love bomb
Come be by me and I'll blow you outta the water
With my love

I was workin’ as a deep sea diver last year
But I wasn’t getting’ very many gigs
So I moved to Redondo, teachin’ Tai Kwando
Mmm – to a bunch of little kids
Do I love her?
Does she make my heart wanna burst?
Do I love her?
I love her even more than I did last verse
I got 200 miles to go before I’m with
The Lackawanna baby I love
And I’m gonna break it down
And tell her what I’m thinkin’ of

I’ve always been attractive
The mosquitoes and fleas sure like my style
I think I make them overactive
Like my animal nature makes ‘em just go wild

Do I love her?
Do I love her pretty little face?
Do I love her?
I love her so much I’m a basket case
I got 18 miles to go until I see
My sweet, Lackawanna fox
And I’m gonna lay it down
And tell her how much she rocks – oooh

I HOPE SHE STAYS
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)

It’s a yellow world - the greens have gone to gold
And I’ve got me a real nice girl
She sure looks good when it’s cold outside

The sun is chillin’ out, the day is fallin’ apart
And it’s gonna be a real nice night
To walk with my baby
Maybe go down to the river by the dock or maybe not
I’ve got some Two-Buck Chuck

And an awful lot of stars I wanna show her
Before the sun comes up

The moon is like a pumpkin pie
Ridin’ on the top of the pines
And it’s throwin’ out a real nice light
That plays on the water
And illuminates the way my baby shines tonight
We’re in an old oak rowboat
Slidin’ through the shadows of the Carolina moonlight

And I hope – she plans on stayin’ forever
She’s the one who calms my crazy voices down
I’m gonna make that girl my number one endeavor
Cause she’s just so nice to have around

She’s like a wizard
Without the silly hat or the magic wand
But she’s got a lot of real nice magic
Underneath the sweater that she has on
And the river says, “Hey now, hey now,”
A light breeze says, “Pull her in closer now,”
And her eyes have a real nice way
Of pullin’ in starlight and pullin’ me right into her life
On a cool dark river where I’m fallin’ in love with a girl
Who shines like moonlight

ANYBODY’S GUESS
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)

He was coming home from work
Drivin’ thru the rain
He’d never seen a cow get hit by lightning
But I gotta say – that, was all about to change
The poor thing lit up the night
And he watched it for a while
As he rolled on down the pike

Singin’ whoa whoa whoa - yes
Where we’re riding to is anybody’s guess
And even if you think you’re better than the rest
We’re riding altogether- ridin’ altogether

And then he joined the Army
Marching under desert skies
The new recruits had never killed before
But what a perfect day to try it on for size
They were headin’ to the show
Connected by the things they didn’t know

He met a pretty bowler from Ohio
She brought that lonely soldier to a boil
Her right arm was big and strong like Popeye
And her left was soft and smooth like Olive Oyl
He loved her from both sides of his heart
One side more like Gandhi
And one side more like Groucho Marx

LORA LEE
Mike King © 2020 - Tremblestem Music (BMI)

The key to every rain dance is always the same
You got to do it, on a night before it rains
Hey, hey! On a night before it rains

And we are hard-wired for the quick fix
Pedal to the metal, smoke in the cockpit, blind
With every body drivin’ down the very same line

Lora Lee, the world don’t made much sense to me
But at least you make it more fun
Oh Lora Lee, we all rattle our chains
And pretend that we are free
But you make it more fun
For everybody near you, baby

Becoming an adult was a big mistake
Same faux paux, my ma and my pa made
Hey – another big mistake

There’s way too many people - more every day
I know I shouldn’t kill them but I wish they’d go away
And we are blind
With everybody crowded in the very same line

Azubeke is a drummer
He hammers out a heartbeat with his hands
People dance around him on the filthy street
They dance around him on the blazin’ sand
Oooh wah oooh

Azubeke moved to Lagos
Where some don’t have a thing or maybe less
Some will never have a chance in this life
Some will never have a chance in the next

Ooh, hey oh ay
Djembe drumming in the fading light
Souls on fire on an endless flight

Azubeke had a brother
Who hammered out a rhythm on his drums of clay
They played together by the cooking fires
While shadows swayed together in the haze
And then they starved in a hundred different ways
Hey oh ay
Restless message in the fading light
Souls on fire on an endless flight
Bare feet moving in the rising heat
God bless the keepers of the beat

They say the road to hell is paved
With good intentions by the ton
So what’ve the point of even trying to be good?
We’re gonna fry to the rhythm of the drums

Djembe drumming in the fading light
Souls on fire on an endless flight
Bare feet movin’ in the risin’ heat
God bless the keepers of the beat

Just like the moon above I’m freezing and I’m numb
While half of me is burning in the sun
But that’s just what I do - that’s just what I do

And though I’m guilty cause I know I have too much
I am resentful and afraid that I don’t have enough
That I don’t have enough

That’s just the way I roll
Getting all screwed up inside my head
I’m rolling through this world
Believing what I can, doubting all the rest
That’s the way I roll

They say forgiveness is the very best revenge
For all the women and the men – who bring us pain
But I would rather craft a hideous remark
One to haunt them in the dark
And make ‘em feel ashamed, make ‘em feel ashamed

That’s just the way I roll
Getting all screwed up inside my head
I’m rolling through the world
Believing what I can, doubting all the rest
That’s the way I roll

Cool down, honey, and come and roll into my heart
Cool down, honey, and come and roll into my heart
And so it seems
I am nostalgic for some things that never were
Or some things that should have been
Or maybe only happened in a dream

She was a moonbat Democrat working at a Circle K
And he was a deer-dog, analog member of the NRA
And all they had in common was mortality and hope
But that’s a lot – a lot

She walked with a wiggle, there’s a wiggle in her walk
And that was what he liked
And so he came and got a Polar Pop
Most every single night
And always bought the
Homeless guys outside a cup of joe
Her heart went boom! Pow! Yo!
- - - now they’re like

Bonobos, those whacky chimpanzees
Diggin’ life with a digga digga do
And swinging thru the coconut trees
They’re animals – too in love - - animals!
That can’t get enough
And that’s the way it should be
Rubba, dubba, dubba dub dub
Bonobos, a woman & a man
With nothing in between them
But a heartbeat & an ampersand

Now, he had a brain like the mighty Diplodocus
And she had a new tattoo of roses on her knockers
And that yin-yang attraction did the rest
Sometimes the world says no, but love says yes

And so they moved to Alabama
To a mountain panorama
Where the living is kinda slow
And though they’re not a couple of Einsteins
They’re wise enough to know
That Lady Luck and Fate gave them an awesome start
That hooked them up – Pow!
And intertwined their hearts like two bonobos

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