King Jew from King Jew by Eric Bryman

When I was king of all the Jews
My crown hung like a noose
A nuisance but it was nothing that was new

And I have slumbered all away
Placed needles in the hay
A drowning boy makes puddles in the rain

Blessed be are the weakest meek
And stronger thee where the speakest seek
Tounges that twist to the joints that creak
Place nickels on their tiny eyelids

Twas born and made my imprint there
As an old man in a rocking chair
But who remembers ticks and such affairs

The king but only just a boy
Brings centuries of joy
Until the next prophet to employ

Blessed be are the weakest meek
And stronger thee where the speakest seek
Tounges that twist to the joints that creak
Place nickels on their tiny eyelids

• Alternative
• acoustic
• baroque pop
• indie rock. indie pop
• lo-fi
• twee pop
• Long Beach