Johnny Mo - Long Live The King

Ein Tribut-Song für Stephen King, einen meiner Liebslings-Autoren und sein Lebenswerk. A tribute song for Stephen King, one of my favorite authors, and his body of work. Timestamps: 00:00 Long Live The King 03:28 All Hail The King (Remix) Lyrics: Johnny Mo [Verse] Down in Maine where the spruce trees grow He’s got stories that you don't want to know From a prom night dance in a bucket of blood To a rabid dog sinking teeth in the mud He’s the king of the page, the master of dread Keeping every light burning inside of your head Yeah, Carrie’s at the party and she’s looking for a light It’s gonna be a long, long summer night [Chorus] He’s the King of the dark He’s the King of the light Writing all the monsters through the middle of the night From the Overlook Hotel to the Shawshank gate He’s the man who decides every character’s fate Long live the King Long live the King [Verse] There was powder on the table and a case of beer Making all the demons start to disappear He couldn't even tell you how he wrote Cujo’s name Lost in a blizzard of a dangerous game Then a van on the shoulder hit him like a freight train He put the pieces back together, ignored all the pain Back to the desk where the ink starts to flow With a gunslinger walking where the desert winds blow [Chorus] He’s the King of the dark He’s the King of the light Writing all the monsters through the middle of the night From the Overlook Hotel to the Shawshank gate He’s the man who decides every character’s fate Long live the King Long live the King [Bridge] Silver screens turn the pages into gold But some of those reels got a little bit cold From Kubrick’s maze to the cell in Green Mile To the bargain-bin flops that’ll make you smile He gives us the stand and he gives us the body Some movies are class, and some are just shoddy But Pennywise is waiting underneath the grate Don't you dare be late [Verse] He can make you cry without a drop of gore Then drag a shapeless thing through the pantry door Misery’s at the door with a sledgehammer swing That’s just the magic of Stephen the King So pour out a drink, or stay sober instead Just keep on reading 'til your eyes turn red The story never ends, the cycle stays true The man from Bangor’s got a secret for you [Chorus] He’s the King of the dark He’s the King of the light Writing all the monsters through the middle of the night From the Overlook Hotel to the Shawshank gate He’s the man who decides every character’s fate Long live the King Long live the King "All Hail The King" [Verse] Maine winter chill in the ink of his pen Bangor nights waking the monsters again He poured out the spirits, he lived on the line Between a blue collar and something divine Talent and powder, a blur in the dark Cujo was howling, he couldn't see the spark A haze in the seventies, a hole in the head Writing the stories he’d soon wish he read [Chorus] All hail the King of the dead Long live the stories he said From the Shawshank walls to the Overlook hall He’s the one who stands tall All hail the King of the dead Long live the stories he said [Verse] A walk on the shoulder, a van in the lane Life nearly ended in metal and pain But he crawled from the wreckage, he picked up the quill To climb up the peak of the Dark Tower hill He saw the Losers, he felt the Stand Mapping the grief of a desperate land Some movies were gems, some were just rot But the heart of the writer is all that he’s got [Chorus] All hail the King of the dead Long live the stories he said From the Shawshank walls to the Overlook hall He’s the one who stands tall All hail the King of the dead Long live the stories he said [Bridge] It’s not just the gore or the clown in the drain It’s Gordie and Chris in the summer rain It’s Andy Dufresne in the mud and the grime It’s finding the beauty in terrible time Beyond all the terror, beyond all the fear The voice of the master is all that we hear [Chorus] All hail the King of the dead Long live the stories he said From the Shawshank walls to the Overlook hall He’s the one who stands tall All hail the King of the dead Long live the stories he said [Outro] The King of the dead Long live the King Just a man and his pen Writing again