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It Don't Mean A Thing (If You Don't Call Me King)

from Glitter Lung by Jesse R. Berlin

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lyrics

Failure feels like a mother's tit in your teeth,
but I'm getting to old to wrestle those breasts for relief.
It was the sweetest flesh our regression fed,
and I'll admit I bit that shit until the milk turned red.

When I was only a kid, they made me leave my town.
I tried to shut the lid and let the leaves turn brown,
but by the time I grew, I couldn't look at you,
I couldn't bear to be a person other people knew.

They'd see me on the street and try to snatch my crown.
I used to lie awake and count the ways I'd let them down,
but now the light leaks in a hundred little dots,
and I see in shining white the things our darkness rots:

I see a banner raised. I see a golden wreath.
I see a ruby eye. I spy a flash of teeth.
I feel it in my feet. I feel it in my head.
I feel it in my lungs. It feels like molten lead.

Then all I see is the same red light keeps flashing over me
every night. It's the same dream that I've had since I was three.
And I should know by now exactly how to hold it down and see,
but then it's dawn, the dream is gone, and I'm the same as I'll always be.

Success feels like a lover's fist in your face.
You start to miss the delicate kiss of disgrace.
You start to risk the rook to protect the pawn.
You start to ask where everyone you've ever known has gone:

I haven't heard from Jim, but we weren't really friends.
Michael's having a kid, I'll never see him again.
When Nick got sick it freaked me out so much I just went numb.
Bill and Ben, you knew me when. What have we now become?

And what did we build with all these beautiful brains?
In the late night spotlight, another white kid complains.
He howls and attacks, he's got a loose grip on facts,
and you love that kind of crap, so sit back and relax.

Then all I see is the same red light keeps flashing over me
every night. It's the same dream that I've had since I was three.
And I should know by now exactly how to hold it down and see,
but then it's dawn, the dream is gone, and I'm the same as I'll always be.

"Go, go change your mind."
No, no, don't change your mind!
"Go, go change your mind."
No, no, don't change your mind!

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from Glitter Lung, released August 14, 2015

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Jesse R. Berlin Brooklyn, New York

Entertainer, artist, thinker, negativity connoisseur, merchandiser, provocateur, poet, ex-con (NOT felon), genius, and superstar.

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