King of Elephants

Burke Ingraffia

Independence, Louisiana

Record Details

Release
2005
Genre
Singer/Songwriter

(B.I.-vocals, guitar; C.P.-drums, bgv ; J. Fischer-clarinet, J.Gros-keys, M.Perrine-tuba; R. Trolsen-trombone

(Invocation to Mnemosyne)

Oh, tell me Mother Memory, where are your daughters? Calliope and Felicity and the seven others? Tell me Mother Memory, where are your Muses? I’m the King of Elephants!

They march in purple, they march in gold for the man from Hippo. What did you mean, Augustine, when you wrote in your Confessio – It’s all in your memory.  You already know what you seek –  Oh my head is spinning I confess! Here he comes to tell us.  It’s the King of Elephants. He’s the one who never forgets.

This city is a circus that celebrates the clown. With a blessing come the curses. Solid soggy ground. Better than the best, worst than all the rest!

“How did you get your crown,” they mock me, “oh Your Majesty?” It was in the lost and found, a comedy and tragedy. It’s an old tradition, the same old human condition. Go young man and look to the West. Here he comes to tell us, it’s the King of Elephants. He’s the one who never forgets.  Tell me Mother Memory  Where are your Muses? Haven’t we been through this?  I’m the King of Elephants!