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A Words Look: The Tallest Man On Earth

I am a native of the North Pole
And that can mess up any kid.

You may or may not have heard of Swedish musician Kristian Mattson, a.k.a. The Tallest Man on Earth, but his work is pretty spectacular.  Most of the time, it’s just him. A 5′-6″ man in T-shirt and jeans with his guitar on stage backed by the power of his folk-roots leaning music, unique vocal style, and out-of-this-world lyrics. He writes great lyrics about relationships, the ups and downs, and all the feels of being human.

I first heard him on NPR around 2010. Then on KEXP. I listened to The Wild Hunt album on Spotify. I was hooked. NPR music used to broadcast and archive live shows from the 9:30 Club in Washington, D. C. I used to catch some of these on their live music web page and listen while working. They had some awesome sets from Ben Gibbard, The Decemberists, and one particularly great set from The Tallest Man on Earth. I highly recommend giving this set a listen and, as a bonus, it’s downloadable.

One of my many favorite Tallest Man on Earth songs is “King of Spain”. I like just about everything about this song and the album it comes from, The Wild Hunt. It’s one of those songs which the lyrics stick inside my head for weeks at a time.

King of Spain

I never knew I was a lover,
Just cause I steal the things you hide,
Just cause I focus while we’re dancing,
Just cause I offered you a ride.

Still I am not from Barcelona,
I am not even from Madrid.
I am a native of the North Pole
And that can mess up any kid.

Well if you could reinvent my name,
Well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.

And I will settle in Pamplona
And I’ll provoke the bulls with words
And then I’ll send a man to meet them all
But he’s fake, so I have heard.

And all the senoritas sighing,
Will be the fountain of my lies.
But while we’re floating in siestas
You search for bottles and for knives.

Well if you could reinvent my name,
Well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.

And I wear my boots of Spanish leather
Oh while I’m tightening my crown.
I’ll disappear in some flamenco
Perhaps I’ll reach the other side.

Why are you stabbing my illusion?
Just cause I stole some eagle’s wings
Because you named me as your lover
Well, I thought I could be anything.

Well if you could reinvent my name,
Well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.

Songwriters: Kristian Matsson
King of Spain lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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