The King of Neptune

After the success of The Unicorn Song, writing another track became tricky. Writing lyrics for an album track is difficult. Trying to write pretend lyrics which are good enough for an album which doesn't exist, but not good enough to be considered for a fragmentary single is a fine line.

In the end I wrote parts of 3 songs. I noticed that each was deeper about love than the last. I made the decision to work on combining the songs into another single quality track.

But this needs to stop. I am not trying to write a fictitious "Best Of" album for my imaginary band after all!

So, here it is:

The King of Neptune

If I was in your thoughts right now, I’d collect them in a glass jar

If I caught your gaze, I would keep it closed in a locket, for all my long days

If you touched me, it’d be like touched by a ray beam from a star

If I caused your lips to smile, I’d change my eyes for a camera

If I could record your talkin’, in case you say my name, I’d play it on my walkman

If you touched me, it’d be like touched by a ray beam from a star

If I captured your attention, I would do all I could to cage it forever

If I could harness a spark, from your synapse, night’s bulb would never be dark

If you touched me, it’d be like touched by a ray beam from a star

But she doesn’t see me, doesn’t know I exist

But I won’t give up, I will persist

I love so much of her, need to write out a list

I’d look up at the stratosphere,

Marvel at neutrons and protons drifting over here

I’d see galaxies when the evening’s sky is very clear

I’d feel the warmth of solar winds when the skylark appear

If I was the King of Neptune

But if I was the King of Neptune

I would weep a monsoon

My life would lack a happy tune

Cos she won’t sing my love songs

No she won’t sweetly right my sour wrongs

Cos I’m like the King of Neptune

Memories locked in your head,

Secrets and ambitions not revealed, never said,

Only these leave the universe when you are dead

I’d like to stretch up for them, catch them all in my net

If I was the King of Neptune

But if I was the King of Neptune

I would weep a monsoon

My life would lack a happy tune

Cos she won’t sing my love songs

No she won’t sweetly right my sour wrongs

Cos I’m like the King of Neptune

If I caused you to draw breath, I would film it as film noir

If you gave me your time, I’d place it in a box, and never let it unwind

If you touched me, it’d be like touched by a ray beam from a star

If you walked through crowds in my direction, I’dve walked so far

If I sensed your presence in a room, I’d bottle it up, wear it as a perfume

If you touched me, it’d be like touched by a ray beam from a star

If I allow myself to wonder, what it’d be like to keep all of her?

If all for myself, contained safely and neatly upon a cabinets’ top shelf

Elements all, but each need the other, can’t survive as the lone-star

Contained in glass jars, pure and unchanged

Looks, moods, feelings all arranged,

I love so much of her, I’m becoming deranged

But if I was the King of Neptune

I would weep a monsoon

My life would lack a happy tune

Cos she won’t sing my love songs

No she won’t sweetly right my sour wrongs

Cos I’m like the King of Neptune

Please, please, please know only this will do:

I would send my subjects into the sun for you

I would let my citadels crumble into ruin for you

I would catch atoms and reorder them back as you

But I am not the King of Neptune

So instead I grow my hair long to try and reach you
Have jars and containers already labelled of you
Keep notes updated in a ledger of love of you
Write rhymes for mute songs about you

Because that's all I can do.

But she doesn’t see me, doesn’t know I exist

But I won’t give up, I will persist

I love so much of her, need to write out a list

If I was in your thoughts right now, I’d collect them in a glass jar.

Looks boxed, moods corked and bottled, feelings preserved in mylar

Your touch would burn me like a ray beam from a star

If I was the King of Neptune

But If I was the King of Neptune

I would weep a monsoon

My life would lack a happy tune

Cos she won’t sing my love songs

No she won’t sweetly right my sour wrongs

Cos I’m like the King of Neptune

But I am not the King of Neptune

I just feel like the King of Neptune