King Solomon and the Tinker [NDC TT]

Opening with swirling experimental psychedelia textures—layered delays, phased guitars—then launching into intense grunge bursts with pounding drums and dissonant avant-garde heavy metal riffs, Verses are sparse, morphing through odd-meter progressions, while poetic vocals float, then explode as the arrangement swells; bridges explore shifting tonal centers and frenetic solos, The outro melds all elements, fading into lush, melodic chaos

[Chorus]
Oh, what can man do when hunger drives his hand?
When children starve and there’s no lawful stand?
From pauper’s plea to iron bars so cold 
The world divides between the weak and bold.

[Verse]
An anarchist, in secret harbored thought,
That only by revolt would the rulers rot.
In silence he sharpened blade with deadly aim,
And plunged it deep - a life snuffed out in flame.
He was arrested, led away - and hanged.
“It was necessary,” his final word he fanged: 
“I save the land!” -  before life’s thread was banged.

[Chorus]
Oh, what can man do when hunger drives his hand?
When children starve and there’s no lawful stand?
From pauper’s plea to iron bars so cold -
The world divides between the weak and bold.

[Verse]
A statesman, in his high and sacred seat,
When country cried in need, he schemed to break the law complete.
“As must be done,” he said, “I’ll save the land.”
He broke the rule, took power in his hand.
And in the press next day the crowd’s acclaim:
“Oh, what a man! God’s gift to us, in his name.”

[Chorus]
Oh, what can man do when hunger drives his hand?
When children starve and there’s no lawful stand?
From pauper’s plea to iron bars so cold -
The world divides between the weak and bold.

[Bridge]
There is a difference - King Solomon, Jørgen the tinman bear -
One judged in mercy, one in law, yet both suffer the glare.
When power cloaks itself in virtue, voices drown in praise,
While humble hands are chained in shame, lost in the public haze.

[Chorus]
Oh, what can man do when hunger drives his hand?
When children starve and there’s no lawful stand?
Let courts and kings hear every mortal’s cry -
For justice, mercy, let none walk by.

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[Verse] A poor tinker walked at dusk toward a shop, At home his humble garret cold and bare. His wife lay sick, their children cried for bread, He heard, “Father! Father! – give one piece, I beg.” So he stole but one slice of bacon fat; He was seized, to prison led, before the stern court sat. [Chorus] Oh, what can man do when hunger drives his hand? When children starve and there’s no lawful stand? From pauper’s plea to iron bars so cold The world divides between the weak and bold. [Verse] An anarchist, in secret harbored thought, That only by revolt would the rulers rot. In silence he sharpened blade with deadly aim, And plunged it deep - a life snuffed out in flame. He was arrested, led away - and hanged. “It was necessary,” his final word he fanged: “I save the land!” - before life’s thread was banged. [Chorus] Oh, what can man do when hunger drives his hand? When children starve and there’s no lawful stand? From pauper’s plea to iron bars so cold - The world divides between the weak and bold. [Verse] A statesman, in his high and sacred seat, When country cried in need, he schemed to break the law complete. “As must be done,” he said, “I’ll save the land.” He broke the rule, took power in his hand. And in the press next day the crowd’s acclaim: “Oh, what a man! God’s gift to us, in his name.” [Chorus] Oh, what can man do when hunger drives his hand? When children starve and there’s no lawful stand? From pauper’s plea to iron bars so cold - The world divides between the weak and bold. [Bridge] There is a difference - King Solomon, Jørgen the tinman bear - One judged in mercy, one in law, yet both suffer the glare. When power cloaks itself in virtue, voices drown in praise, While humble hands are chained in shame, lost in the public haze. [Chorus] Oh, what can man do when hunger drives his hand? When children starve and there’s no lawful stand? Let courts and kings hear every mortal’s cry - For justice, mercy, let none walk by.

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