The King Of Everything
Monarchs of Life: A Poetic Exploration in 'The King Of Everything'
Lyrics
See the grey dove
Observing a grey dove
Up in the green elm tree
Perched on a green elm tree
Raising his feathers
The dove is adjusting its feathers
Shaking out his wings
Shaking its wings to prepare for flight
High up in the leaves
Located high in the leaves
He calls across the trees
Calling out across the trees
Doesn't care who hears him
Indifferent to who hears its call
The sky is his
Asserting dominance, the sky belongs to the dove
He's the king, the king of everything
Declaring the dove as the king of everything
Cat in the tall grass
Describing a cat in the tall grass
Teeth a-chattering
The cat's teeth are chattering, possibly in anticipation
He'll catch that bird
The cat is determined to catch the dove
So high above his reach
Expressing the bird's elevated position, beyond the cat's reach
He's the king, the king of everything
Reiterating the dove as the king of everything
And me in my chair
Shifts focus to the speaker, sitting in a chair
As the pills reach my brain
Referencing the impact of pills on the speaker's brain
I call out to the bees
The speaker calls out to the bees
Come make honey from my pain
Inviting the bees to turn the speaker's pain into honey
I'm the king, the king of everything
Declaring oneself as the king of everything
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