Name: KING OF NOTHING - Neal Gilbertson's instruments
Duration: 3 min 44 s
Channel: Stan Loh
Description: "KING OF NOTHING - Neal Gilbertson's instruments" is a song by Stan Loh. This is another version of this song. The other was done by Mark Staab (Brewchugger). Neal Gilbertson did the backing. The mastering was done by Tommy Hellsten

KING OF NOTHING - Neal Gilbertson's instruments

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This is another version of this song. The other was done by Mark Staab (Brewchugger). Neal Gilbertson did the backing. The mastering was done by Tommy Hellsten

Stan Loh

Stan loves music, is published (EMI/Capitol), and has experience performing on radio and TV when it was live in the good old days. These days he's just writing

Songwriter of pop, country, inspirational songs. I like to write. I travel a lot to Asia...so my music may have an Asian influence.

Song Info

Genre

Country • Country General

Charts

Peak #237

Peak in subgenre #69

Author

Stan Loh

Rights

Stan Loh

Uploaded

July 14, 2012

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.3 MB • 160 kbps • 3:44

Lyrics

King of Nothing
© March 12, 2012: Stan Loh

Verse 1 
Am
When the wind bites I hide my face,
G
Scramble for stairwells,
Am
Precious spot above the grate,
G
Though it’s cold like hell,
Am
It’s part of me, the smell of piss,
G
Hot showers that I miss,
Am
Cardboard are precious things,
                        G
I’m a binner king …
                             Am
King of Nothing.

Verse 2 
Am
Shopping cart I didn’t steal,
G
Walmart wouldn’t mind,
Am
Sally’s scone the only meal,
G
Contributions kind,
Am
There’s no silver in them bottles,
G
Depots shut me out,
Am
When cops come kicking bums,
               G
I’m but a crumb …
                                 Am
King of Nothing.

Bridge 
F						       Am
Eye sore from neon lights keep moaning,
F						                               Am
What’s worse are hunger pangs that keep growing,
               G
I’m King of Nothing!
                            Am
King of Nothing!

Verse 3 
Am
People spit into my cap,
G
I still bless their souls,
Am
Tourists come around with maps,
G
My spot ain’t freehold,
Am
Smelling pizza in the air,
G
Hoping someone cares,
Am
City Hall and empty words,
                             G
Oh what promise brings …
                                                 Am
They’re kings of Nothing.
G7						Am
Kings of nothing … Kings of Nothing

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