King's Alive from Exile by Johanna Glaza

Like a graceful king
Pierced long time ago
Yet here I stand alive

All words are like wild horses
They run away
I can’t gather them
I can’t shout them out

I’m my own king
I’m my own priest
Carrying my body
Carrying my body home

Tell my bones
Tell my heart
Their king is wounded

Tell my bones
Tell my heart
Their king is wounded

Tell the dog of my heart
Let it stop barking
It’s time for it to run away into the wild
And to become a wounded wolf

To protect our nights
To protect our lonely nights

Tell my bones
Tell my heart
The king’s alive

Tell my bones
Tell my heart
The king’s alive

• Alternative
• analogue
• avant-garde
• baroque pop
• experimental folk
• folk
• found sounds
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• London