Well I’ve already disclosed to you my 2 favorite songs: Bush – Machinehead & Smashing Pumpkins – Stand Inside Your Love. To top it off here’s my 3rd favorite song: Elliot Smith – King’s Crossing.

It is a very popular song among people who have already heard it. For those of you who haven’t or have never even heard of Elliott Smith before, you’re missing out. He was a very gifted and talented singer/songwriter. Born in 1969 he wrote, recorded and preformed several albums including my favorite “From a Basement on the Hill” which wasn’t even put out into the media until after his death in 2003. The reason for this being that Elliott recorded most of the instruments himself and so very few knew of his “in progress” works.

I have been so captured by this song that lately I’ve been contemplating rearranging it for tenor and orchestra. It’s a very moving and very powerful piece that brings literally brings tears to my eyes. The emotions involved in it are so strong that it’s hard to hold back the pure passion you feel or the overwhelming sadness depending on the part of the song you are at. It’s something the world needs to hear.

The king’s crossing was the main attraction
Dominoes falling in a chain reaction
A scraping subject ruled by fear
Told me whiskey works better than beer

The judge is on vinyl, decisions are final
And nobody gets a reprieve
And every wave is tidal – if you hang around
You’re going to get wet

I can’t prepare for death any more than I already have
All you can do now is watch the shells
The game looks easy, that’s why it sells

Frustrated fireworks inside your head
Are going to stand and deliver, talk instead
The method acting that pays my bills
Keeps a fat man feeding in Beverly Hills

I got a heavy metal mouth that hurls obscenity
And I get my check from the trash treasury
Because I took my own insides out

It don’t matter ’cause I have no sex life
And all I want to do now is inject my ex-wife
I’ve seen the movie and I know what happens

It’s Christmas time, and the needles on the tree
A skinny Santa is bringing something to me
His voice is overwhelming, his speech is slurred
And I only understand every other word

Open your parachute and grab your gun
Falling down like an omen, a setting sun
Read the part and return at five
It’s a hell of a role if you can keep it alive

But I don’t care if I fuck up
I’m going on a date with a rich white lady
Ain’t life great?
Give me one good reason not to do it
(Because I love you)
So do it

This is the place where time reverses
Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses
Instruments shine on a silver tray
Don’t let me get carried away
Don’t let me get carried away
Don’t let me be carried away