Erik Hårdstedt - Bangkok buddhist baileys blues

When cycling past a traffic light
I heard a whisper in the night
The voice was calling me to choose
The Bangkok buddhist baileys blues
The yellow light was growing dim
The bar was crowded to the brim
The Guitar player was fat and short
His t-shirt said; I love New York
I looked out on the busy street
My blood was boiling from the heat
The drummer's eyes began to spin
His sticks had turned to rolling pins
Between the lines of broken dreams
the whispering voice began to scream
His majesty, the king of jazz
wanna mingle with the middle class.
He's coming soon but do not fear
He's just another billionaire
A flash of lightning struck the band.
This was way from their original plan
The drummer's clothes were torn apart
ripped right through his New York heart
The King of Thailand appeared on stage
Naked in a golden cage
His saxophone was made of wood
A symbol of the likelihood
That a gecko would tear down the walls
That turned the middle class to thralls
Baileys leaked down through the roof
I saw this as a final proof
That freedom for the Thais was near
Elections will be held next year
This future royal hologram
The militaries chosen lamb
Looked at me immersed in love
He wasn't human, he was a dove
We drifted to an ancient shore
While the crowd of carbon cried for more
the King was vulnerable and pale
He raved about a jumble sale
They've taken all my clothes; he said
And given me this loaf of bread
I don't know what to use it for
But it whispers about a coming war
We drew some symbols in the sand
Trying hard to understand
How the famous buddhist baileys blues
Had sent us on this pleasure cruise

Written by:
erik hårdstedt

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