No one tells the emperor
That he’s standing there naked
That he had too much to drink
That he ought to go to bed
Tiptoe past the elephant
With your eyes on the floor
It’s gotten pretty bad
But you can take a little more
Regimes change
So do seasons
So why can’t you
Change a person?
You can get him in the game
You can make up for lost ground
You can reinvent the wheel
But it always comes around
And I don’t care
If no one’s got my back
Sometimes it takes a pot
To call the kettle black
The emperor is naked
I’ll say it to his face
Don’t care if it’s the time
Don’t care if it’s the place
He’s someone else in private
When there’s no competition
He can be so sweet
Feels like you’re the crazy one
But all your little dreams
And all your little plans
Seem so small
When he holds them in his hands
Regimes change
So do seasons
So why can’t you
Change a person?
Throw your dreams on the fire
Watch them combust
See whatcha gotta burn
Just to gain a little trust
And I don’t care
If no one’s got my back
Sometimes it takes a pot
To call the kettle black
The emperor is naked
I’ll say it to his face
Don’t care if it’s the time
Don’t care if it’s the place
One fine, spitfire poem, Drew. It’d make good lyrics, too.
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I want to sing the verse as gentle as I can, almost like a whisper. Then I want to shout the chorus like a Flagging Molly song, or a sea shanty. I want to mark the sudden shift from second person to first with some stark contrast.
I only I could find a place to record it. You know, I have a cache of songs waiting for me to add vocals to.
Great poem/lyrics…I can hear this as a song…”almost like a whisper.”