The King of Storyville
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- early jazz
- 2020s
- blues
- new orleans jazz
- ragtime
- brass band
- dixieland
Lyrics
Verse 1
Stomp
Heavy wood
Muddy river rising
Hot sun
I see you
I see the dust
I see the devil in the horn
Copper bell
Blowing out the windows
Hotter than the brickwork
Church bells ringing
Fingers
Bleeding out the blues
King of the street
The big noise
Ripping up the Sunday
Taking back the night
Chorus
Call him King
Call him King
Call him King
Can you hear the cornet scream
Can you hear the cornet scream
Loud enough to wake the dead
Loud enough to wake the dead
He blew the roof off Funky Butt
He blew the roof off Funky Butt
Verse 2
Ragged
Marching time
Broken hearts and brassy beats
Sweet sweat
Walking tall
Walking past the parlors
Leave the strings
Leave the waltzes in the dirt
Hard rain
Thick humidity
Gravel in the throat
Dirty
Wild and wide
The sound that never died
The sound that never died
Memory
Echoing for miles
Chorus
Call him King
Call him King
Call him King
Can you hear the cornet scream
Can you hear the cornet scream
Loud enough to wake the dead
Loud enough to wake the dead
He blew the roof off Funky Butt
He blew the roof off Funky Butt
Bridge
I thought I heard him say
I thought I heard him say
Open up the window
Let the bad air out
Let the good air in
Stinking like the river
Beautiful and loud
Beautiful and loud
Gone
Into the quiet
Into the white walls
Into the long silence
Chorus
Call him King
Call him King
Call him King
Can you hear the cornet scream
Can you hear the cornet scream
Loud enough to wake the dead
Loud enough to wake the dead
He blew the roof off Funky Butt
He blew the roof off Funky Butt
Post-Chorus
Oh King Buddy
Oh King Buddy
The ghost in the brass
The ghost in the brass
He was here
He was here
He was here
Never recorded
Never forgotten
Never forgotten
Never forgotten
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