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I'll Come in a E

by King Everything

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1.
The first drop of sunlight Falls upon her cheek Inaugurating angels No floodgates to keep Plowing down the hillside Accepting cement Shovel out the shovels While our sisters wait for Lent Now the pain is all I feel And all the diagrams are real To me The first day of summer – Can’t come too soon How old will they be? – And in which phase of the moon? The first gang of failure – Bitter with content Put the bottles in the boxes – Is exactly what I meant Now the pain is all I feel And all the diagrams are real To me
2.
Could it be good? I think it could. Might it be right? It already might. I’m gonna give it to her For a couple of weeks Give it to her and see what she thinks Does it have buzz? I trust that it does So will it be heard? Now don’t be absurd Giants sit in the snow Isolation in slow-mo And dig for dirty grass under the white glow The new year’s already here But Department Four is bored And all our peers in the southern tier Seem larger than before Could it be good? I think it could. Might it be right? It already might. I’m gonna give it to her For a couple of weeks
3.
Hey groundhog you failed to notice Back-to-back births three years apart Worthy of our admiration Now back to your hole now; the fun can begin. Submission to the needs of angels Submission to the wonders of the world All our friends They need a break now They need a break now Bored and cold They need a break now Before they breakdown Hey groundhog you failed to notice That depressed angel but it won’t bring me down An hourglass half full of hail rocks Our family smile trademark has been approved Submission to the needs of angels Submission to the wonders of the world All our friends They need a break now They need a break now Bored and cold They need a break now Before they breakdown
4.
The New Norm 01:47
Gazing at the angel; She knows just what to do Can measure any angle but; She leaves her tools unused Afraid of where the seventh rung may lead Afraid of where a leap leads Turning metal into gold and water into wine Did you hear me eerie Valentine? Did you hear me eerie Valentine? Did you hear me eerie Valent… I’m lost for words Will they soon return? Or is this the new norm? Rather than do something; Safe as that would be If she cannot do greatness then; She’d rather do nothing Apprehension’s bad intentions have their consequence They prevent her from preventing death Alchemy comes easily sometimes Did you hear me eerie Valentine? Did you hear me eerie Valentine? Did you hear me eerie Valent… I’m lost for words Will they soon return? Will I do great things again?
5.
The mist sets upon an eerie river Now fear rests in our depths Our class is marked with ashes The staff has rigged the tests Flowers spring to life Not knowing that they’re doomed .temporarily .forgetting the defeat .energy restored .a common enemy Ice patch fading moon
6.
Terror Ave 01:31
Rows of satin anarchy On Terror Ave BB guns and other things On Terror Ave On Terror Avenue There’s not a lot to do Awe-struck aw what the hell Install a wishing well I wish I wish I wish we could But avenues like this are this for good Bags of fat geometry On Terror Ave Keep predicting chemistry On Terror Ave On Terror Avenue There’s not a lot to do Awe struck aw what the hell Install a wishing well We miss the energy On Terror Ave Let’s make just one more scene On Terror Ave
7.
Tea-taking fools. Beer-bending rules. He’s taking everything seriously. Gift-guiding light. Distracting sight. He’s taking everything literally. Ba-bada-baah. Ba-bada-baah. Ba-bada, Ba-bada, Baah. Ba-bada-baah. Ba-bada-baah. Polyhedrons leaking in the sea Polyhedrons leaking in the sea… yeah. Polyhedrons leaking in the sea Pack up and go. What they don't know. Could only serve to freshen fright. Done. He’s gone insane. We’ve weighed his brain. There’s always vagrants by the right. One. Ba-bada-baah. Ba-bada-baah. Ba-bada, Ba-bada, Baah. Ba-bada-baah. Ba-bada-baah. Polyhedrons leaking in the sea Polyhedrons leaking in the sea… yeah. Polyhedrons leaking in the sea
8.
Weep 01:58
Shake the dog From his sleep Plans and plots, might make me weep, might Might make me weep A bad surprise might make me weep Lay awake From the deep Lack of action, might make me weep, might Might make me weep A bad surprise might make me weep Skinny dog Back to sleep Empty baskets, might make me weep, might Might make me weep A bad surprise might make me weep
9.
I’m amazed – At decisions That we’ve made Tar rings – Laying plastic Thin sheets My mom don’t want me leaving home Her day disapproves spring cyclones We’ll survive – Juvember New life Sacrifice – Bag the ocean It feels nice My mom don’t want me leaving home Her day disapproves spring cyclones
10.
Come on, it’s time, to pack, your mind Come on, it’s time, to leave Surround, you down, your peers, are here Persuade, I will, I think Cardinals and hurricanes Await our arrival Adjust, accept, try on the best A way to ease survival My memory of cavalry Passed down/up, the family tree The faculty, will welcome me And beg, I never leave
11.
On the Swamp 01:56
There is nobody here to help me raise my flag I’ve been cast to the side like a solitary man The world’s left me alone on my heels it’s just not fair Sad from the heat is it this hot and humid there What if work’s not enough What if love’s not enough What if hope is not enough On the swamp What if failure’s not enough But success is not enough What if neither’s not enough On the swamp There is nobody here even you to break my fall In the shade of the forest I silently pray my call And a grayscale rainbow outshines no rainbow at all As I lower the flag at your wake I’ve hit the wall What if friends aren’t enough What if family’s not enough What if God is not enough On the swamp What if time’s not enough What if space is not enough What if matter’s not enough On the swamp On the swamp
12.
Boomer And 01:08
Boomer and the turtle Year after year Suddenly just boomer and a tear Boomer and the shovel A turtle box with grief Cover it with dirt and some relief Boomer and his father Neither’s one to wow Dingbatters nod when they should bow Boomer and his head Can take no more Guilt it ferments into remorse Guilt it ferments into remorse Into remorse
13.
You’re not the same girl I knew Not the same girl that I drew. Are you bored? I’m bored. Are you scared? I’m scared. Are you this? I’m that. I’m anything… you want. Acting so independent Wondering where my girl went. Are you bored? I’m bored. Are you here? I’m here. Are you sure? I’m sure. I’m anything… you want.
14.
Door Three 02:22
Open up the fourth door first Then you’ll see what others see Validate my storied thirst The magic square it reappears Concentrate on more than dust Collections from election years Leave me in my own disgust Independent from Door Three Door Three has everything you’ll need Door Three has every single thing Door Three has everything you’ll need Door Three has every single thing Through the open door, I know what you mean Leave others on the floor, You’ll see what we see It’s dust and nothing more, leave me here to die The square was here before, I know what you think Then grab a tan, a tan
15.
Hotter than a frying flame Lonely like an unused plane I’m loathing me this mess I’ve made You gotta call the boys back home Bidding on a cigarette The alchemist is not done yet We cannot help but feel contempt You gotta call the boys back home She’s thinkin’ ‘bout swallowin’ The baby on the grindstone then Gettin’ on with everythin’ And maybe take a summer swim Another cave another wind I wonder how my grandma’s been I miss her but especially when You gotta call the boys back home
16.
Brown, brown paper bag You might lose this fight All that blinding light, ain’t gonna make it right, ain’t gonna make it right Brown, brown paper bag Annoyed by the summer heat All that blinding light, ain’t gonna make it right, ain’t gonna make it right, ain’t gonna make it right, ain’t gonna make it right Brown, brown paper bag Where’s my holy day Where’s our holy night, would it make it right, would it make it right
17.
Pretty soon you’re gonna hafta tell the world you’re not the one I know I know I’m not the one God forbid you think you‘ll win the holy rapid race to fall You know you cannot win it all And in this fishing bowl You never know it all A drop of color please The rotting leaves of fall Pretty soon you know you’re angrier than angry at your son You know we know he’s not the one Now Niagara’s nearing labor and her neighbor is to blame Our team turned out to be a gang She’s with her magic square But she don’t care at all Just lying on the ground The lazy hound of fall Pretty soon you’re gonna hafta tell the world you’re not the one I know I know I’m not the one God forbid you think you‘ll win the holy rapid race to fall You know you cannot win it all
18.
If malice had a twin I’d be trying hard to win the drenches of leaves It’s anger we need Malice. No lie. If rage exists in pairs I’d expect to see the world cover its things Its angel-less wings Malice. No lie. Tell me you mean what you’re saying And I’ll accept the anger you’re spraying Let’s all believe that leaves leave trees While withering with worthy flings No lie. Aggression lost the war But battles matter more so that’s where she lies When she has time Malice. No lie. Eleven on the nose When the river overflows to the puddle below Now rate your shield Malice. No lie. Malice. No lie.
19.
Let It Show 01:36
‘f there’s interest in me, how would I know? I’ll come in a E Just keep the ice cold But before we both grow old I should do what helps us grow There’s interest in you, so I let it show Let’s not rush things lest we crush things even more Don’t amuse me you’ll confuse me thirty-four ‘f there’s interest in me, what would I do? Would the helmet on me match the helmet on you? But before we both feel trapped I would wrist before I slapped There’s interest in you, so I let it show There’s interest in you, so I let it show There’s interest in you, so I let it show
20.
Decay 01:11
The ghosts expect the witches Anticipate their every move Fifteen then fourteen layers Surround the hound-tooth groove He knows and does it anyway The wet leaves display decay The mummies seem disheveled More so than the years gone by Another drunken soldier Offends another passerby He knows the no’s get in the way The wet leaves display decay
21.
‘f you want to be this good, you better pray now ‘f you want to be on top, you’d better pray now Cuz there’s no doubt in my mind, we’re gonna make it home and kiss the lines, and there’s no doubt in my mind, continued vigilance provides the signs ‘f you want to be this good, you’d better pray now ‘f you want to be on top, you’d better pray now
22.
I heard somewhere we’re all gonna die Not all at once more like one at a time I’m not one to go on about it I won’t stand on my roof and shout it But one by one we’re all gonna die Peace and serenity will die Autumn colors blinding tired eyes Leave empty both sides of the scale Scatter the floor with tools and nails Surrounded by their families they’ll die The good news is we’ll live up in the sky Don’t ask me where or how or when or why Thankfully you’re giving me Everything eventually I know I’ll be prepared but scared to die I know I’ll be prepared but scared to die
23.
I brought joy to her She brought joy to me When we finished finding the first flakes I brought joy She remembered things Unspoken, broken things When we finally felt defeat on the bends She brought joy And those shining bells Ring on through the night That’s why some smells sell And others instill fright I remember her She brought joy to me When we finished reading books about noise I brought joy
24.
On Christmas 01:27
The sun sets on Christmas and I don’t mind We all rise tomorrow so it’s fine Ecstatic love again Winter swirly snow again Winter swirly snow again Ecstatic love again We all rise tomorrow so it’s fine The sun sets on Christmas and I don’t mind I don’t mind

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I have written and recorded hundreds of songs over the past decade or more as King Everything. These 24 are different though.

Inspired by the Guided By Voices classic "Bee Thousand" album and by "Melencolia I" - a 1514 engraving by the German Renaissance master Albrecht Dürer.

I was reading a book about Bee Thousand when I decided to do this album. Inspired primarily by the music and production of Bee Thousand by Guided By Voices, these 24 songs were written, recorded and mixed in just a few sittings during the course of a couple months. Some songs stop suddenly - when they're done. Once a song was "good enough," no further takes were recorded. Freshness is of greater value than perfection. I suppose I've done this throughout all my recordings.

I tried to make the lyrics to the 24 songs on I'll_Come_in_a_E cohesive and flowing, while being more cryptic than the lyrics of past songs. I created a lyric map. I'm honestly not sure that there is such a thing as a "lyric map," but I made one. I plotted my lyrical ideas onto 24 songs. I knew that the first two songs would refer, in some way to January; the next two to February; and so on. I had additional lyrical references that I had plotted out before writing any songs as well. Some of these will be apparent, and others are not so obvious.

Many of the chords and chord combinations came from classic rock songs by artists like the Beatles and Pink Floyd. I mean, some are unique, I suppose.

This is the first album art to not have my self-portrait, stick-figure guy. I thought this was different enough to warrant an artwork change.

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released December 7, 2011

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King Everything Pendleton, New York

Loud & quiet; odd & ordinary; mysterious & straightforward; vague & clear; joyous & angry; fast & slow; messy & organized; simple & complicated; succinct & wordy; energetic & lackadaisical; continuous & disjointed; hopeless & rosy; new & familiar.

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