Cnut and the Tide

200% Owned © Performed & Written by Brad Peterson
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Genre: Indie Rock / Indie Pop / Alternative Rock
Description: Based loosely on the legend, this pop gem alludes to the humility and piety of King Cnut. The swirling bits are, as always, in reverence to my favourite bands and songs with mid-century pop sensibilities. Ticket to ride, tomorrow never knows, peter pumpkinhead, et al.  
Tempo/ Key: Mid – 120 bpm /  D Major
Keywords:uilleann pipes, harmonium, 12-string, piano, bass, drums, octaves, anthem, legend, tambourine, jangle, syncopation, lush, throwback, tale, story
Moods: emotive, wonder, powerful, majestic, heroic, grand, anthemic, intriguing, moving, luminescent, ambient, warm, hypnotic, ethereal, serene, heavenly, lush, melodic, windswept, serene, fantasy, Dreamy, Expressive, Awe-Inspiring, heroic, reflective, passionate, inspirational
Style-similar-to: The Verve, XTC, The Beatles, Jellyfish, The Grays, Matthew Sweet, The Posies, Imperial Drag, Tommy Keene, Teenage Fanclub, The Lemonheads, Mercury Rev, The House of Love, Super Furry Animals, Spiritualized, Galaxie 500, The Jesus and Mary Chain

Notes: based loosely on the legend, this pop gem alludes to the humility and piety of King Cnut. The swirling bits are, as always, in reverence to my favourite bands and songs with mid-century pop sensibilities. Ticket to ride, tomorrow never knows, peter pumpkinhead, et al.

Lyrics:
There on the shore stood the throne
While they were waiting, courtiers clueless prating.
The robes that he wore and a crown to disown
A command not to rise, gave Cnut to the tide
Sitting there was the great king
The waves washing his feet
On the coast of the North Sea
And an empire fleeting
Ahead and underway across the waves
Varied shields stern to bow
And gold shown from the prow
The cyning hence believing voyaged far and wide
For miles and miles acrost many isles
Sitting there was the great king
The waves washing his feet
On the coast of the North Sea
And an empire fleeting
He didn’t enjoin they put his face on the coin
They faltered to atone and did then scatter his bones
There on the shore stood the throne
While they were waiting, courtiers clueless prating.
The robes that he wore and a crown to disown
A command not to rise, gave Cnut to the tide
Sitting there was the great king
The waves washing his feet
On the coast of the North Sea
And an empire fleeting

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