{"id":117,"date":"2008-06-03T07:01:55","date_gmt":"2008-06-03T00:01:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/?p=117"},"modified":"2008-11-28T09:23:37","modified_gmt":"2008-11-28T02:23:37","slug":"king-of-pain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/2008\/06\/king-of-pain\/","title":{"rendered":"King of Pain"},"content":{"rendered":"

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There’s a little black spot on the sun today
\nIt’s the same old thing as yesterday
\nThere’s a black hat caught in a high tree top
\nThere’s a flag-pole rag and the wind won’t stop<\/p>\n

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
\nWith the world turning circles running ’round my brain
\nI guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
\nBut it’s my destiny to be the king of pain<\/p>\n

There’s a fossil that’s trapped in a high cliff wall
\nThat’s my soul up there
\nThere’s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
\nThat’s my soul up there
\nThere’s a blue whale beached by a springtide’s ebb
\nThat’s my soul up there
\nThere’s a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web <\/p>\n

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
\nWith the world turning circles running ’round my brain
\nI guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
\nBut it’s my destiny to be the king of pain<\/p>\n

There’s a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
\nThere’s a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
\nThere’s a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
\nThere’s a skeleton choking on a crust of bread<\/p>\n

There’s a red fox torn by a huntsman’s pack
\nThere’s a black-winged gull with a broken back
\nThere’s a little black spot on the sun today
\nIt’s the same old thing as yesterday<\/p>\n

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
\nWith the world turning circles running ’round my brain
\nI guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
\nBut it’s my destiny to be the queen of pain<\/p>\n

queen of pain
\nI’ll always be queen of pain
\nI’ll always be queen of pain<\/p>\n

By. Alanis Morissette<\/a>, Lyric from Sting<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There’s a little black spot on the sun today It’s the same old thing as yesterday There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top There’s a flag-pole rag and the wind won’t stop I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running ’round my brain I guess […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-117","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lyric-music"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=117"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":142,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117\/revisions\/142"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=117"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=117"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=117"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}