Writing Exercise #15

“Kid Charlemagne” – Third Person

While the music played, he worked by candlelight
Those San Francisco nights
He was the best in town
Just by chance he crossed the diamond with the pearl

He turned it on the world
That’s when he turned the world around
(Did he feel like Jesus?)
Did he realize
That he were a champion in their eyes?

On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene
But his was kitchen-clean
Everyone stopped to stare at his technicolor motor home

Every A-Frame had his number on the wall
He must have had it all
He‘d go to L.A. on a dare and he‘d go it alone
(Could he live forever?)
Could he see the day?
Could he feel his whole world fall apart and fade away?

Now his patrons have all left him in the red
His low-rent friends are dead
This life can be very strange
All those day-glo freaks who used to paint the face

They’ve joined the human race
Some things will never change
(So he was mistaken)
He is obsolete
Look at all the white men on the street

Clean this mess up else they all end up in jail
Those test-tubes and the scale
Just get it all out of here

Is there gas in the car?
Yes, there’s gas in the car
I think the people down the hall know who he is

‘Cause the man is wise
He is still an outlaw in their eyes

“Kid Charlemagne” – First Person

While the music played, I worked by candlelight
Those San Francisco nights
I was the best in town
Just by chance I crossed the diamond with the pearl

I turned it on the world
That’s when I turned the world around
(I felt like Jesus)
I realized
That I was a champion in their eyes

On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene
But mine was kitchen-clean
Everyone stopped to stare at my technicolor motor home

Every A-Frame had my number on the wall
I must’ve had it all
I‘d go to L.A. on a dare and I‘d go it alone
(I could live forever)
I could see the day
I could feel my whole world fall apart and fade away

Now my patrons have all left me in the red
My low-rent friends are dead
This life can be very strange
All those day-glo freaks who used to paint the face

They’ve joined the human race
Some things will never change
(So I was mistaken)
I am obsolete
Look at all the white men on the street

Clean this mess up else we’ll all end up in jail
Those test-tubes and the scale
Just get it all out of here

Is there gas in the car?
Yes, there’s gas in the car
I think the people down the hall know who I am

‘Cause the man is wise
I’m still an outlaw in their eyes

Author: Roe

29. she/her. Songwriter & Trek Punk Soul™.

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