Martha-Jane Official - Street Corner King
Tired of the day, like the rest of us
My eyes drowning in the concrete
They reach a man, I walk off beat
Blue eyed soul, king of books
Long white hair, king of looks
Got his empire at his feet
Plastic bags, paper cup, tidy ’n neat
There’s a man on the street
And everyday we meet
He’s the most brilliant sir
Yet stuck on a street corner
Hello monsieur how do you do
I wish I could come talk to you
Those books around, what do you read
What’s in those bags, what do you need
What’s your take on the world around us
Do you care whеn they all make a fuss
Why am I stuck and why don’t I dare
Takе a step, give a word, not just stare
There’s a man on the street
And everyday we meet
He’s the most brilliant sir
Yet stuck on a street corner
It’s eight o’clock, no bus today
I took a walk, I’m on my way
I’m gonna speak I’m gonna say
Sir you are grand, for you I pray
And the sun is shining
But the king is missing
There’s a man on the street
And everyday we meet
He’s the most brilliant sir
Yet stuck on a street corner
Song Description:
edit soundcloudThe narrator is curious about the man's life, his thoughts on the world around them, and his reasons for being stuck on the street corner. Despite their desire to approach him and strike up a conversation, they hesitate and remain silent, only to regret it later. As the song progresses, the narrator reflects on their missed opportunities to connect with the man and express their admiration for him.
The chorus repeats the refrain "There's a man on the street, and everyday we meet, he's the most brilliant sir, yet stuck on a street corner," emphasizing the man's enigmatic presence and the narrator's longing to reach out to him. The song ends with a sense of regret and missed chances, as the narrator realizes that the sun is shining, but the king of the street corner is missing.
Overall, "Street Corner King" is a heartfelt and thought-provoking song that explores themes of missed connections, curiosity, and the desire to break free from the confines of routine and societal expectations. With its evocative lyrics and soulful melody, the song leaves a lasting impression on listeners and encourages them to reflect on the people they encounter in their everyday lives.
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It’s eight o’clock I’m off the bus Tired of the day, like the rest of us My eyes drowning in the concrete They reach a man, I walk off beat Blue eyed soul, king of books
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Biography
This marked the beginning of years spent in choir, dance, and diligently reading record sleeve credits. She became involved in music-related associations and organized studio meetings with artists whose names adorned those CD booklets. Eventually, she found her place in the music business.
But a year before Covid put our lives on hold, she learnt that hers might not be as long as expected. Guts problems, apparently. Suddenly, everything became urgent, starting with giving herself permission to create “her music”. She thus spent two years learning music theory in jazz and contemporary music schools. This allowed her to deepen her understanding of her influences, ranging from Stevie Wonder to Carole King, Steely Dan, Minnie Riperton, and Michael Jackson. Through her music, she expresses a blend of happy nostalgia, introspection, a sense of place, and the importance of following one’s gut.