One Kind Of Solomon - The New Pornographers

In a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning

Nothing he thought would enter him into the canon

But he had to take the work the world would hand him

In this gig economy

Solomon built his temple, as an example

People trashed the place like it was a rental

Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon

But the song won’t play if you don’t let the band in

Stranger every time I open up my eyes

Stranger every time I open up my eyes

Solomon had his following, they had been calling him

By so many names that he lost track of all of them

Famous for nearly killing the kid and expecting

That his blind faith was honorable as the next thing

He prayed for happy landing

Solomon knew astronomy

Didn’t take Ptolemy to say, «The Pharisees got nothing on me»

Sooner or later, you see that side of the cannon

As you look up from the jar you had your hand in

Stranger every time I open up my eyes

Stranger every time I open up my eyes

These are bad signs, while rivers of bad wine are poured down our culture

Blood’s what we draw here, as we skip to the best bits

Trying to mess with the names on the guest list

Waiting for screen time, waiting for starlight

Waiting to skip line, waiting for starlight

Waiting for checkmate, wanting to get straight

Solomon had his following, he had his calling

In a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning

Sooner or later, you see this side of the cannon

The song won’t play if you don’t let the band in

Solomon had his following

Solomon had his following

Stranger every time I open up my eyes

Stranger every time I open up my eyes

Stranger every time I open up my eyes

Stranger every time I open up my eyes