Miscellaneous
“End Credits” by the King Blues – lyrics
3rd April 2020
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These are lyrics to the song “End Credits” by The King Blues, which I couldn’t find elsewhere online. I wrote them out and put them on this blog because of this essay and blog post: ’38 Minutes’ by The King Blues, and trying to live one’s fullest life.

whooah – ooah ooah – ooh ooh
sometimes it takes something like this happening
to understand the demons we’ve been battling
we only understand our lack of gathering
when disaster’s in the air and humanity’s scattering

when imminent death is ravening
does what’s important start unravelling
is this what it has to come to before
one love one world one people gets factored in

and we’re jacketing (?)

and all of a sudden
it goes back to normal it’s like nothing happened
what’s it take to live our best life
all the time in the world, you could not be less right

what would you do if you too had 38 minutes
would you scream out in the street or keep the inner cynic
create a love you cultivate or be a critic
but I’m not you – so here’s what I’d do

I’d tell my son and my girl I love them
would not waste my mind on enemies no fuck ‘em
and any grudges that I’d held I’d rise above them
regrets I can’t let go of now they’re nothing
so why wait for a warning – I could do it now

to my son and my daughter you make me so proud
to anyone who’s wronged me, I hold no black cloud
I step out into the world and breath it in now
cos the colours are all heightened and the sound is loud

I will continue to stray against the crowd
that’s my way of life, yeah that’s my way
I’ll live my fullest life each and every single day

I’ll live my fullest life each and every single day
I’ll live my fullest life each and every single day
and that’s my way of life, yeah that’s my way
I’ll live my fullest life each and every single day

time is like a dog that wants to bite me
doesn’t care about my ranking in society
that wants to fight anybody who looks like me
like who you think you are? the punk sinatra? bitch I might be

we’re wasting all our knowledge like with cuts to the library
back to our routine like our mortality’s unlikely
but me I’ll burn brightly, won’t tread lightly,
won’t stand in line cos time don’t run politely

and I know that only life can save me
free love not fuck you pay me
so I play my ukulele on the daily
there ain’t no whip in the world that could break me