...Welcome 2007!

I won't make any promises for the new year. If I should make any it'd be something I know I can keep; like "I promise tobe as annoying as I can be" or "I promise not to take up smoking"... I just don't think anyone actually need more demands on themselves. Specially demands that are meant to destroy yourself. So, I promise to eat icecream when I want to and feel like it and I promise to go to the gym as long as it's fun...

2007 seems like a good year, looking at it from a distance of 27 hours or so. I will go to New York - New York for the first time in my 34 year old life and that's only the 2nd time in US. First time being San Fransisco that I loved from first second, and I knew I would too - why wouldn't I? But it wasn't the United States Of America that I've seen on tv. To be honest, it was fa from it. People were nice an the sandwiches normal sizes, people weren't fat to an extreme, but normal - Swedish standard. I guess it was USA the easy way. New York City will be an entirely different thing. This IS America. I guess USA the outrageous was would be Texas (everything huge and overdimensioned) or Florida -but NYC that's America. This is where the immigrants landed, this is where Kiss and Anthrax began. This is where Sex & The City takes place and this is where the United Nation lies with it's Raoul Wallenberg monument. This is where John Lennon lived, and died.

Then of course it's Sweden Rock Festival in June - 4 days of hard rock, 91 bands... And I get to work with them all :-)

Goodbye 2006...

This has been a fantastic year with 2 mayor happenings I never really thought would happen to me, 3 actuallt thinking of it.

1) I've seen Journey LIVE. Right there infront of me, or actually next to me, as I was on stage when it happen. Sweden Rock Festival 2006 - the best festival ever if you ask me. Nothing will ever be the same again. Journey. Steve Perry abscent but Stee Augeri present. No complaints from me. I have the set-list on my ofice wall and the itinary for the day before where it says "contact for Sweden Rock: Ozzie" and my phonenumber's there. One of the guys I work with told me I would grow tired of it and toss it away soon, but how could I... It's fantastic. It's huge. Journey in SWEDEN. In EUROPE! Nah, I'd never get used to that. I welcome mr Jeff Scott Soto to the band, but I'm not forcing myself to UK to see them live, if you know what I mean. Thanx Steve Augeri for doing the European summer-leg :-) And to everyone else on the tour! Thank you for doing the signing-session as well!!!

You were the best!!

2) I got my drivers license. First time, in September, I was speeding and didn't get it, but 2nd time, in October it was ALL MINE!! I've even bought a car, a beautiful silver SMART 2003. I'm in love with a car and I now have a licence!! Almost as unbelieveable as seeing Journey live. Almost!!

3 This is the weird 3rd one. nothing to be happy about but I never once believed JOHN WAITE would CANCEL a date in Copenhagen. The day before my birthday. Now, it'd be on the top of the list if he'd played - but cancelling too?? It's a mixed feeling regarding this. Thank good I got the tumbs down early, so that I didn't get too excited - but of course I was way more disapointed than I wanted to be... I had imagined seeing John up on stage playing all my favorite songs, acoustic or with a full band... I'd hoped to see him live before that too, in UK, and the plan was to actually speak a few words to him in Copenhagen... The rumour has it John Waite will come in the spring instead... We'll se...

Wake up to the real world...

... that is indeed the title of the latest and newest and most
awesome album of Pretty Maids. I love it too bits even though they
don't need Deep Purple's "Perfect Strangers" to stay on top, actually
that's the only track I don't like. Don't misunderstand me now, I
love Deep Purple and I love that song among allt he others, but it's
perfect the way it is and if you're doing a cover you shouldn't copy
the song but make it your own... and now I've trashed Pretty Maids
exactly the opposite from what I intended.

I am in love with Pretty Maids, I didn't quite understand this until
the 90s. When they released "Sin-Decade" with "Please Don't Leave Me"
on it. That was the song that made them immortal to me. Not because
it was a hit but because they knew of the song, that made them Thin
Lizzy-fans, just like me and that made them worthy and lovable and
adorable and they deserve every bit of respect there is to give.

The thing is, I am a huge fan. I've seen all the shows in
Copenhagen/Sweden since 1990 (but one that I missed in 2001 I think,
becuase I didn't know about it AND I lived in Stockholm at the time).
I consider myself their greatest fan and I do it solemny because I've
been there, at the shows, I bought their CDs and I've mentioned them
every time possible. It all was proved in Stockholm 2004 when they
played at Draken on my Birthday. It was me and this other guy that I
only knew by looks not by name. We were their biggest fans and Ronnie
Atlins dedicated "Please Don't Leave Me" to my for my birthday. I
loved it so much. It was the best night ever, the party went on until
4 in the morning and I considered myself extremly happy and extremly
celebrated. Now, that only happens once. I got to hear "Please Don't
Leave Me" and get a personal dedication, oh if I only had it on
tape...

Yesterday I saw them live again, in Copenhagen. A Christmas gig no
less adding both "In Santas Claws" and "A Merry Jingle" to the
set-list. It was amazingly good and a briilliant audience. One young
man kept pushing me and had desperate needs to stand on my feets - I
took him for drunken bastard until I saw he was wearing a Pretty
Maids hat and on his cellphone he had a Pretty Maids loga. The boy
was nothing but a huge fan wanting to stand in the front so I let him
have the spot. I remember those days... I used to have a site called
Savage Heart where I put photos from the Pretty Maids concerts I'd
been to...

Anyway, this is my tribute to the band. The day after the oncert of the year.
I am the fan, others are the friend and the journalist but I will be
forever truly yours devoted fan.

Dime RIP

I remember waking up 2 years ago. My fiancé was shaking me softly. He'd already gone to work but came back home for some reason. I didn't want to wake up. He told me I had to as he had to tell me something. Something sad. I said something like "who died?" and I wasn't awake enough to see how serious he was. I sat up and somehow J told me there'd been an accident, a shooting. He spoke of Damageplan. I wasn't fully awake yet, I didn't know what he was talking about. He looked me in my eyes and said "Dime's been shot". I didn't feel anything but my tears started to fall. He said ""Dime's dead". My eyes flooded. I know he said something about the others in the band, "Vinnie?" He didn't know. With the time differences it'd just happened there but was morning here. I don't remember when I got angry instead of sad. I remember wanting to talk to anyone from that era of my life. I remember was angry at myself for not supporting Damageplan, for not buying the album, for being a stubborn Pantera-fan waiting for them (Phil) to get cleaned up and get back together. Pantera's been on my wish-list for Sweden Rock since ever. I didn't see them after the last gig in Stockholm. I was supposed to have seen them later on the Far Beyond Driven-tour but shows were cancelled and I never went. Knowing what I know today I would have gone on every show, even if the shows were cancelled I should have gone just to hang out with them... I would have tagged along, I wouldn't have let them forget me, I wouldn't... Shouldn't... I always thought they'd come back. It never once occured to me that I'd had my chances and that the party was over and all the fun would just be a very distant memory. Sometimes the memories are more vivid, a McFish is always Dime's food even though, in Stockholm, someone else ate it and the guy who did begged us not to tell on him... I remember in Copenhagen at Pumpehuset 1992 (or maybe it was 1993) when I looked around I realised I was probably the oldest in there (19 yrs old) and the only female not dragged there by a boyfriend. Afterwards they stayed and hung out with us, the fans. Signing autographs, posing (not really) for photos. Or when they supported Megadeth and we were guests for Megadeth and I (stubborn as I am) was sulking for all the party was with Pantera and I was stuck in the non-alcohol camp of Megadeth... I was relieved when I wasn't on their 2nd homevideo, they'd filmed me showing off one of the glam-Pentera albums that they'd just signed for me. Dime was impressed by my nails and because of them I was introduced to the camera as "new Swedish pornstar" which of course they had much fun at seeing me get bloodred about. An hour later we were playing cusion-football and me and my cousin where just one of the guys (only lausy at the game). Today I would have loved having myself on the homevideo, proving I was a part of it all. The madness, the fun. I guess one of the things I liked about Pantera was that they saw I was a fan and treated me like one, never once did they suggest I'd be a groupie. My love for Pantera goes deep even though I still feel it very hard to listen to them it's far worse to see them on video. The video Black Label Society did for The River is, by far, the most emotional video I ever seen. I cry a river every time. Whenever I see a Dean guitar my heart make moves that hurts me. I try to be happy and remember the good things and cheerish the memories, but it's far mor difficult than I ever imagined. Dime, wherever you are, your music will live on forever, it's eternal...

Going under...

Since I was 14 I've been a concert junkie. I have been going to concerts for the kicks it gives me. Standing in front of the stage, holding on to the fence feeling the bass hsking my inner bones. I love it.

I remember those days when I came back from a concert, the guitars still ringing in my ears and I couldn't sleep for 48 hours. I was high on the music. High on the experience of seeing a concert live. The music moved me, it talked to me and it made me feel different.

It happens extemly rarely nowdays.

I even get bored at concerts.

Maybe it's because I went to everything before, I saw every show in the mid 80s til the mid 90s. During 10 years I saw 100s of concerts, met all my idols, travelled around and enjoyed the company of other fans.

Last Tuesday I went to see Glenn Hughes play and it was good, but not as good as it used to be. He didn't "touch my inner soul", he didn't make me think of Tommy Bohlin once. He seemed happier now, in a way better shape than then, but nothing happened. He sang his heart out and it was a really good show, musically no complains at all. But I was bored.

On Saturday I went to a one day Metal festival in Växjö. First band I saw was Crazy Lixx. Now, I really love Poison and Mötley Crüe and any band going back (or in Crazy Lixx's case, starting in) to the 80s Hairbands kinda music I will support them - but where was the action? Where was the connection? What happend there? Nothing! There wasn't anything there to deal with. Putting a fan infront of the guitarist won't make a glam band... Seeing a band like Sonic Syndicate gave me a lot more, even though I couldn't stand more than 2 tracks. German band Axxis was a blast from the past, I thought. But they had modernized themselves and hired an opera singer and she sang the night away... if you like that kinda music. I don't. I felt sad cause I saw them opening up for Black Sabbath many years ago and I thought they were fine then. Not fine enough to get their albums, but there you go...

Treat saved the night.Without them I would have been doomed. I actually stood there blaming myself for going to all those shows years ago, without them maybe I could have enjoyed myself... But I don't think that's it. I will let myself believe the music was better before :-) Am I evil for doing that?

Saw Almost Famous again, wishing I was around then, when it all started, when everything was new and the kicks never ran out...

Today it's 20 years since I went to my first hard rock concert.

The concert was with Europe on the 2nd leg of the Final Countdown tour 1986 and they didn't have any support act. It was just them doing their gig. It lasted an hour before they left stage to come back for the encore. 75 mins in all. Today I would have been very disapointed but there and then I was in heaven. John Norum made this brilliant solo and I went home informing my mom that I urgently needed to learn how to play guitar. Of course I did the initial 10 lessons but as it was boring as hell (me at 13 and the rest old ladies in their 50s) and we were only learning campfire songs (Bridge Over Troubled Water and that kinda stuff) I decided it was not for me. I had the music sheets for Rock The Night with me and I said I wanted to know how to play it and the teacher (a young man) played it, note by note, making it sound yet like another campfire song. Depressing - no less. Anyway, I went to the concert at the Icehall in Malmö with my friend Ann-Louise and we had seats on the right wing. I never really had seats after that. You need to be standing in front of the fence to really feel the music beating thru your bones... I didn't know that then. I've seen some 100s shows after that. Not with Europe though. That concert was the only one I saw with them until Sweden Rock Festival 2004. (not completly true as my friend Daniela would tell me, I did see Europe with Kee Marcello on guitars in 1992 I believe. John has just finished recording Face The Truth and my excuse for being there was to ask Joey to sing "We'll Be Strong" for me. Something I almost got kicked out for... I was wearing my John Norum Total Control sweatshirt and my Total Control t-shirt and simply being a John Norum fan among the enemies, or at least that's how I felt). Anyway - big day today! Needs to be celebrated! I also need to say THANK YOU to my mom for letting me go to all those shows in Malmö, Lund and Copenhagen. I know now it wasn't easy to have your teenager on the loose in the capital of sins (that would be Copenhagen) but she trusted me and I never disapointed her. I didn't drink and I never talked to strangers (now, musicians are friends, hardly strangers), I didn't smoke nor tried drugs. All I wanted was to go to the concert and get high on the guitarsolos. I remember crying on a pay phone cause I wasn't let in backstage or crying on the very same pay phone cause I had been backstage. I always made calls. And those were the days before cell phones. One of the best calls I ever made to my mom was from UK when I just had met Kiss for the very first time (I was 19 at the time) and she asked me where I was and I said "London, England" and she asked me where exactly and I said "don't know" and I really had no clue but I was happy and I told her not to worry and now I'd met Paul Stanley so I could die happy... Not somthing you wanna hear from your teenage daughter somewhere in London!! Love you mom!

I Can Drive. In Theory.

Passed the written test for drivers licence today!!!

Not bad for a 33 2/3 years old!! Now I "just" get to get my feet and hands in order to pass the driving test as well :-)

Driving in theory...

I know I'm a lazy bastard when it comes to writing... I love writing,
still I just don't seem to be able to get started. I meant to write
about my work at Sweden Rock Festival but I figured too much of it is
"top secret" and I really can't say anything about it, except that I
love Journey :-)

I also meant to write reviews of books and music as I tend to read a
lot and occasionally I also listen to new music (the new John Waite
isn't brilliant but still magic of course) - however I have a
tendency of listening to the "same old" music... AND because of the
mentioned festival above I haven't had time reading any books since
Christmas or whatever. Right now however I am reading "The Autograph
Man" by Zadie Smith - a book I bought over 3 years ago but never got
around to read. I am reading it now and I like it a lot so far.

Anyway, right now I am not working with the festival and I am not
working anywhere else either as I am in driving school. Finally,
after all this years I am ready to start driving... In Sweden you can
get your driving licence when you're 18... and I am well past that
date... I never really needed driving anywhere until I moved here, in
Stockholm you have a great transport system (underground and buses)
and having your own car just cost too much, it's just not worth it.
Here however, I have one bus in the morning that take me to the
festival office and a magnificant choice of TWO buses taking me back
in the evening... So, I am driving, getting around, not being afraid
and most important of all, trying not to be in control of everything
that's happening anywhere but infront of me or in fact things that is
regarding my driving... I have a tendency of caring for everyone,
everywhere - all the time!

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Aaron Spelling RIP

I can not resist writing a few sentences on the man that brought most serials I've followed during my 33 years in fron of the tv. Beverly Hills 90210 being the on that formed me the most. I loved it to bits. Every episods. I used to be the first person to know if you wanted details about the show that noone seemed to have paid attention to...

Aaron Spelling sure was a man at the people's service.

Thank you.

For everything.

Hockey, snow and the usual ramble

Not since Sweden lost a game in the Olympics the last time have I been able to watch ice hockey. I have been feeling physically ill just by the mention of hockey. But I did actually see the games and I am glad they pulled thru. But it's not the same thing, I was prepared to see the loose.

Where I live we don't usually have any snow. I mean a few storms here and there but not much more. This winter everything has changed. We've had snow and cold weather more or less since Christmas Day. We still have about 3 inches of snow. It's crazy. But I guess the plants needs it...

100 days left for the Sweden Rock Festival. On Wednesday we'll announce the last headline and I am sure people will be pleased. I am pleased already cause we have Journey.
Journey!!!

Having a birthday celebration for a 18-year old on Saturday. First I thought I'd just leave it to it, not to bother. But to be honest - she won't eat anything - no matter whom prepared the food and the cakes so I can do it. There's nothing to feel stupid or get low selfesteem over. Life goes on... she'll come around sooner or later and if she doesn't then that's fine too. Whatever makes her happy...

20 years ago our primeminister was shoot dead from behind. The killer was never catched although the first lady was a witness and identified him. Wasn't enough in this country of freedom, where you rather have the guilty free than the innocence locked up. I agree with it, of course, but still... it makes you wonder.
Anyway, I don't usually talk politics but I feel the need of doing so right now. I am not interested in polictics, I am interested in issues but not in the politics. Yesterday when I saw a few clips from the life of Olof Palme I realised that the reson I can not even look at the politicans is becuase they are only in it for the power. They don't care about the ISSUES anymore, they don't have IDEALS. They are not driven by beliefs. They don't have a cause above ruleing the country. Olof Palme was hated by a lot and loved by even more. But even though my family never shared his politics he was treated by respect. A well earned respect for doing what he believed in. Not stepping back. Nah, he smoked and drank with Fidel Castro - they probably talked about the true socialist world or whatever and palme probably tried to sneak in a few good words about democracy.

The politicans afterwards have all claimed their herritage from Olof Palme but I don't think they have a clue. The current primeminister just want to be friends with everybody and is a spitting image of Tony Blair. But without his own opinion. Sweden is supposed to be a neutral country but we're not. We're giving up our rights to have an opinion, to care, to dare, to be a voice in this world of mass communications and disbelieves.

Oh well, I wasn't supposed to ramble about politics. I really don't care.
But that's the main problem. I should be caring. I should be interested. It's the world we're living in and we're all responsible.

113 days

There are exactly 113 days left until the Sweden Rock Festival starts.
113 days until Journey will be playing in Sweden for the first time in over 25 years. Last time being in March 1977. I was then 4 years old and didn't have a clue. Most of the bands I love today was around then. The late 70s. Oh how I sometimes wish I could have been there.

Unfortunately it's also 114 days left until John Waite will be playing in Holland at the Arrow Classic Rock festival. Now, how did I end up with the best job in the world and still not able to see John Waite when he's in Europe for the first time in a zillion years. Actually I just recently found out he played one-off gig in Holland 2001 and I didn't know about it. I think most people didn't know, I would have been there if I'd known. But this time I know and I still won't be able going there.
That really sucks.
Why? Why? Why?

So, Journey is HUGE for me, it's one of the bands I never thought I'd see live ever. And with Steve Augeri replacing Steve Perry I definitly didn't give much credit to the band, not until I'd seen the 2001 DVD. Seeing that changed everything. Steve Augeri sings with a stunning voice, he's paying tribute to the band as well as being a part of the band. So, given the oppurtunity to see them live this summer made me jump all over the place, already making sure my assistant will cover for me during their concert. BUT doing the impossible comparing John Waite with Journey leaves me with a panic. It might very well be so that I hold John Waite higher than Journey and it might be so because I discovered John Waite years before I discovered Journey. As a matter of fact it was at a record fair where I stumbled over Steve Perry's "Street Talk" when asking for something in the line of John Waite and from there I moved on to Journey.

John WAite has been there with me all along, all the times. The hard times and the fun times. For better or worse. Heaven and hell. "When I See You Smile" still brings out the biggest smile of me and every song on "Temple Bar" has a corner on it's own in my heart. "Change" I think has the perfect combination of a rock tune. The brilliant lyrics, the corus, the music, the fast driven melody...

People talking
And they’re saying that you’re leaving
So unhappy
With the way that you’ve been living
We always wish for money
We always wish for fame
We think we have the answers
Some things ain’t ever gonna change (change)
It doesn’t matter who you are
It’s all the same (change)
What’s in your heart will never change
Look in the mirror
And you see how you’ve been taken
You won’t surrender
But now your heart is breakin’
We always wish for money
We always wish for fame
We think we have the answers
Some things ain’t ever gonna change (change)
It doesn’t matter who you are
It’s all the same (change)
What’s in your heart will never change
Do you remember
When you got your lucky break
You’re looking back now
And it seems like a mistake
We always wish for money
We always wish for fame
We think we have the answers
Some things ain’t ever gonna change (change)
It doesn’t matter who you are
It’s all the same (change)
What’s in your heart will never change
It’s only change (change)
It doesn’t matter who you are
It’s all the same (change)
What’s in your heart will never change
It doesn’t matter who you are
It’s all the same (change)
What’s in your heart will stay the same
It doesn’t matter who you are
It’s all the same (what's in your heart)
It’s onlyIt’s only
It’s only change
Never (it doesn’t matter)
You ain’t gonna
You ain’t gonna change (what’s in your heart)
You ain’t gonna change
Doesn’t matter who you are

Butch's Mixtape

So, 6 months ago I never heard of this guy. My friend Ivan who I trust dearly to recommend me excellent music (all based on the fact that he loves John Waite as much as I do), told me I should listen to Butch Walker and Dishwalla and I bought both, ending up listening to Butch Walker's "Letters" once a day at work. A few weeks ago I recieved a message about Butch making a one-off gig in London and I didn't think twice about booking flights with Ryanair and about the same time I asked my fiancé if he wanted to come as well and we decided to make a trip out of it, including a shabby-chic Bayswater-hotel to the event.

Butch played the London Barfly on January 31 and I don't think I ever will see nor hear anything like it ever again. It was more than brilliant.It was lifealtering. One of those moments when you know that nothing really will be the same again. The world might look the same, but it isn'r cause you've had one of those experiences that makes the difference. Butch was up on stage alone with his acoustic guitar and a piano. He was dressed like Bruce Springsteen but with a George Michael-fashion sense. I don't know what I was expecting but I know what I got. I never heard of the Marvelous 3 before, the hit they supposedly had in UK might have been a hit in Sweden as well but that doesn't mean a hard rocker like myself would have heard it. So, when everyone else is screaming their lungs out to the music I am discovering new tunes :-)

I have been to lots of concerts, I mean, really a lot of shows but nothing like this. Trying to think of something I've enjoyed in a similar way would a club gig with Ian Gillan solo or Jimmy Barnes in a smokey place. Or Joe Satriani in a really beautiful concert hall, with seated audience. Nights that noone wanted to end and when they did, you didn't want to leave, you didn't want to go home. You just wanted to sit there, forever, discussing the magic as if you were afraid it'd be gone the second you came home.

Butch has a voice with such a power it's unbelievable, he really know how to sing!! And he does it, in every way. It's pure magic. It doesn't matter if he's by the piano singing as soft as a whisper or with the guitar around his neck giving it all - it never breaks up, it's always constant. Fantastic. I am amazed.

He performed new somgs mixed with old songs and unrealesed stuff as well as "I Don't Like Mondays" - the old Boomtown Rats song... mr Geldof never sang it with more feelings that's for sure...

At the end, he really wanted to leave the stage, but couldn't. It was too small and he'd have to go thru the audience to get backstage... so he did what no one else would think of - he ran over (crossing the audience) to the bar and jumped up on it and sat there, still singing, still playing and when people still wouldn't let him go he did another song, laying on his back on the floor... and that's when the concert ended. How poetic. How remarkable. How absofuckinglutely wonderful...

A night to remember...

You Can Always Hear The King's Call

20 years.
On New Years Eve I looked thru some drawers in my former girl room at my moms and I fund a pile of old calendars (not diarys), from the days in school. As I browsed them I looked at dates that are important to me. To see how I marked them out with hearts and stars or pictures that I cut from a glossy magazine or stickers or anything like it and this particular, small and white calendar caught my attention.

Looking at January 4th there was nothing. All empty. Which is odd as I as long as I can remember always put a "Phil Lynott RIP" next to the date.

Not that I would ever forget, but so it would always be there. Phil is a part of me and who I am.
This calendar was from 1986.
I wouldn't know.

The same year I saw Europe playing and it was a remarkable concert that forever changed my life, but looking at the note it said "Europe, Malmö" and that was it. No arrows or stars saying "LIFEALTERING MOMENT".
I wouldn't know.

20 years ago I didn't know what struggle Phil had fought. I didn't know he lost. I found out later, much later. I went into denial and didn't really accept the facts until later in the summer.

10 years ago I was in Dublin and at the Point. I made a promise to a very dear frind of mine that we would see each others 10 years on, at the same bar in Dublin, no matter what or where our lives had brought us. I have broken the promise cause I am not in Dublin. I am in Sweden, walking down memory lane...

The night in Dublin, 10 years ago, was not one of those great moments that you don't know the meaning of until later. The 10th Anniversary changed us all, cause we got together - not for the first time, and certainly not for the last time - and we all got together, before internet made in possible to reach out in seconds. I didn't know you all were out there!! But you are!! If we're ever lonely we can go to The Legends-site and talk to anyone, someone.
It's as easy as it is brilliant.

I indeed hope you're all having a blast in Dublin and at the North Star tonight and for you who are with your friends and/or at home wherever that is - let the light shine and the music be loud.

All my love to everyone of you,
Ozzie

"It was a rainy night the night the king went down
Everybody was crying it seemed like sadness had surrounded the town
Me I went to the liquor store
And I bought a bottle of wine and a bottle of gin
I played his records all night
Drinking with a close, close friend

Now some people say that that ain't right
And some people say nothing at all
But even in the darkest of night
You can always hear the king's call
You can always hear the king's call

Well they put him away in Memphis
Six feet beneath the clay
Everybody was crying
Everybody said it was a plain grey day

Me I went to the liquor store
And I bought another bottle of wine and another bottle of gin
I played his records all night
And I got drunk all over again

Now some people say that that ain't right
That ain't right
And some people say nothing at all
I say nothing
But even in the darkest of night
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call

I wonder if you're lonesome tonight
And I'd rather go on hearing your lies
Than to go on living without you

Now some people say that that ain't right
And some people say nothing at all I say nothing
But even in the darkest of night
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing here
They might as well bring the curtain down
I cried the night the king died"