Tag: spoken word

There’s a legend of a man who wrestled women big and small
In Memphis, they wanted to see him stapled to a wall
He came to them from Hollywood where he was a star and admired
It got ugly for ol’ Andy Kaufman when The King had him Pile-drivered

Well, that poor young Andy sure made those people mad
He would call them ignorant slobs and confuse their Moms for Dads
He would teach them about hygiene. He said “Soap is easy to apply
Just run the bar under some hot water and you could be a clean guy”

The situation down in Memphis kinda got outta hand
Kaufman met The King on Letterman to settle this feud like a man
Tempers flared that evening and the conversation grew physical
And wouldn’t ya know. For years, people would pay to watch their musical

And Andy would sing

I’m The King
I’m The King
I’m The New King of Memphis Tennessee
I knocked out Lawler flat, last week
Oh, I’m The King
I’m The King
I’m The King of Memphis Tennessee
I’m from Hollywood – I’m a star
I’m from Hollywood, California
I make movies and TV shows
In Hollywood, California

Would you believe me if I told you this was a story of teamwork and trust
About a common love for something but you can argue if you must
However, it’s compelling and nothing too complex
Andy played a heel on TV but he never cashed them wrestlin’ checks

A crafted disaster on the verge of a break out
We’re The Dean Project an’ we’re about to put come cake out
So, lovingly lick your lips in anticipation
An’ stay tuned to every music publication and station if you’re smart
Cuz we’re working endlessly to put out a deadly kinda art
We do this for the craft and for the people who paved the way
We’ll pay our dues an’ play the game to be in that place one day
Big Clouds
Big Clouds
Big Clouds
This time, we’re not fuckin’ jokin’ around, people.

The Angel came down to visit Paul the Poet
Not wearing any armor and with no emotions showing
“There’s no honor in twisting facts and history”
She said to the poet “Don’t concern yourself with victory”
“But glory and adoration are not the steaks that I seek,
I’m the kind of man who makes connections when I speak”
The Angel called the poet out and left him in a heep
“Let’s see if you’re singing the same tune when you recover next week”

The customer is satisfied on the other side of the counter
The cashier and the manager wear big smiles with each encounter
The Angel gathered all three in a room
And began to ask some questions
“Do you think everything is okay?” and
“Are you open to suggestions?”
The boss rose up and began to fight
“I’m on your side” The Angel replied
She took a look at the customer
It was Paul the Poet
She was surprised
“Well, I’ll support you if you support them”
Was a promise that didn’t interest Paul
He managed to escape through the crack in the wall
But The Angel trapped him in a mall
A shopping mall out of reach
Now Paul the Poet needs to find his indoor beach

There’s no such thing as freedom on vague illusions of stuff
So, Paul set out to scope the reef
But you can feel freedom
Freedom lies inside
Deep within yourself there is an indoor beach

Now he sees sunsets atop grassy dunes of sand
Writing beautiful music for the people of the land
And every single summer night
Paul thanks The Angel for what she teaches
Because deep within his soul he know
That only a select few will ever
Find
Will ever
Seek
Will ever
Inhabit
Their indoor beaches

Now, Paul spreads the message of The Angel
But he does it just like a poet
Head to toe in a suit of armor
And with all his emotions showing
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