Mountain King

Mountain King is symphonic journey of retro-synthpop and lush, dreamy, reflective indie pop. I produced and mixed this fourth Space March album and it was mastered by German engineer, Robin Schmidt (OMD, Two Door Cinema Club).

For the Special Edition CD, I designed an Origami Poster which folds into a geometric paper mountain – a 3D version of the album cover motif.

The best selling tracks across all digital services are: Someone Something Sunshine, Norway, the single You Are Electric and the title track Mountain King.

Music

Video

For this video, I wanted to create a Kraftwerk style performance and parody my gesticulations from the Space Cowboy clip. So I set the camera up on the tripod in front of a green screen and recorded five ad lib takes. From this, I cut together the performance and created the motion graphics in After Effects.

CREDITS
Photography, editing and post-production by Craig Simmons.

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Lyrics

You feel it in your heart
You know it to be true
The power of the mountain king
Is deep inside of you
He’ll follow you to bed
He’ll occupy your mind
He’ll harness every part of you
And second of your time

Hail to the mountain king
Mountain king, mountain king
Hail to the mountain king

You feel it in your bones
An aching to be free
The power of the mountain king
Will bring you to your knees
He’ll complicate your head
He’ll trouble you for days
He’ll draw upon your energy
And generate your pain

In the hall of the mountain king
He knows almost everything
And he sees what you want to do
He understands you’re running too
The things you love are gone too soon
Life is short then money has no use

You taste it in your mouth
A poison on your lips
The power of the mountain king
Will trigger your eclipse
You won’t know who you are
Or why you’re doing this
He’ll keep you satisfied
With your illusionary bliss

You feel it in your heart
You know it to be true
The power of the mountain king
Is deep inside of you
He’ll follow you to bed
He’ll occupy your mind
He’ll harness every part of you
And second of your time

Open the door
You could be someone or something or sunshine
All on your own, my friend
You could be someone or something or sunshine

Closed door
Cold war
Blank walls
Inside your head
Long night
Clench tight
Sheets bright
Inside your bed

Someone, Something, Sun
Someone, Something, Sun

Feeling wrong for one transgression
Like a petty thief in the Great Depression
Like a small time crook and a minor whore
Name and shame and shut the door
On all this guilt and consequence
Interrupting somnolence
Spreading this new infection
Mutating your recollections

Open wide and let it go
Relax your mind and try to show
The things you hide, things the you know
Seeds of change are slow to grow
For every fruit is quintessential
All the trees stand monumental with
An open mind and an open heart
Like a ferris-wheel that’s reached the start

Babylon
He told me of Babylon
How it began
The fall of a man
The end of a child

Babylon
The power of Babylon
Covered in bronze
Built like a god
Smothered in lies

Tell me the truth
Is it me, is it you?
You tear me apart
You control what I do
There once was a time
You seemed so alive
There once was a man

Babylon
He told me of Babylon
Deep in control
Selling his soul
Corrupting his mind

Babylon
The power of Babylon
The fight to be king
Corporate sin
Money and lies

Going to Babylon
Letting it go
Making it show
Escaping demands

Searching my heart
Finding the start
Making new plans

Cold water blues
Like an arrow in my heart
Beating all along
This imaginary path

And I do believe
I couldn’t leave
The power of her spell
Would keep me
In her land
Across the sea
She travelled
Every night to see me

Warm and renewed
Like an arrow in my heart
Raw and infused
Like a Viking tears apart

Norway
The sound of yesterday
Norway
Fjords of silver grey
Norway
My hope and shadow play

Lost in the light
Like an arrow in my heart
Sun in the night
Returns me to the start

Norway
The sound of yesterday
Norway
My hope and shadow play

Would you get upset
Would I let you down
This might be the end
Of floating in the crowd
I’m leaving this town
I’m moving far away
I’m dreaming again
And my mind begins to stray

How everything you ever loved might be broken
And every thought you ever had might be wrong
And all the while you just failed to belong

I’m never going back to you
I’ll never do the things that you wanted me to
I’m never going back again
I’ll never lead the life of those faceless men

I’m leaving this town
I’m driving to the shore
I’m sailing for France
In row boat with one oar

And every wave that rocks the boat might seem awkward
And the water of uncertainty is so deep
And your mind is drifting in and out of sleep

I’m leaving town…

It’s no use pretending
You get older, everyday
You search the world for answers
More questions take their place
You feel there should be meaning
When looked at in reverse
The benefit of retrospect
Only makes it worse

All along I couldn’t see
I travelled to the wrong location
Left a mark on every tree
Mapped the stars and constellations

 

You might be the apple of my eye
You might be the only one
Who makes me want to cry
You might be the apple of my eye
And you might be the only thing that’s right

 

I found myself believing
In a bullet made of gold
I lost the only matches
And the fire place seems cold

All the way I couldn’t speak
I lost my voice and motivation
Eloquence, coherency
Evaded all my conversation

The troubled mind of reason
The making of a man
The science of morality
The rubbish in the can

All along I couldn’t see
I travelled to the wrong location
Left a mark on every tree
Mapped the stars and constellations

Sometimes
It might be useful
To make some noise
And make it truthful
There’s a point
I might be selfish
Try again and again and again
I correct your point and say I’m foolish

Sometimes
The world I find
Is chance and time
And out of control, again
I broke the glass
The empty half
I buried the past
Deep in my mind, again

Sometimes
You feel so helpless
You want a choice
And not feel worthless
There’s a truth
But you’re not certain
Fail again and again and again
All you say is I want some purpose

Sometimes
The world you find
Is so alive
You want to believe, again
The beast you feed
Your wants and needs
This christmas greed
Is bringing you down, again

Sometimes…

There will be times
With everything I must do
And my impossible dream
You burn so bright
You are electric
You electrify me

The speed of light
With every moment you bring
And every colour I see
We beat in time
Because you are electric
You electrify me

Electrify you
Electricity
In everything you do
The power in your hands
The power to begin
Your energy radiates
This power on my skin

You’ve seen the signs
And all the troubles I face
And my recurring theme
You shine so bright
You are electric
You electrify me

The northern lights
And my turbulent sky
And the gods I must please
We will ignite
Because you are electric
You electrify me

Regenerating new
Electricity
In everything you do
The power in your hands
Healing to begin
The energy, radiation
Pouring from your skin

The end of night
With every bird that can sing
And the sound of the sea
You burn so bright
You are electric
You electrify me

You are electric
You electrify me…

I know sometimes
You’re planning it all so well
Like a bird
Sitting high in a tree
And here I am
Hiding from someone’s tea
Like a worm trying not to be seen

You’ve got the motive
You got no alibi
You’ve got time to kill
This ain’t no suicide
You pack a big strong punch
You’ve got a felon’s eyes
Just like a mastermind of crime

There I go
Trying to leave this place
Like a bird
Flaps it wings in a cage
And the chairman knows
How it will end some day
So he takes what he can
For his prey

You’ve got the money
You got the little guy
You’ve got no remorse
This tastes like cyanide
You’ve got the CEO
You like to strategize
Just like a mastermind of crime

You’re the hero
Of every lie
You like to boast
You always advertise
You like girls in skirts
You like to womanise
You make enemies
And then you fraternise
You’re the reason
For every single fight
You feed your victims
With thalidomide
A drunken rage calls
Almost every night
Just like a mastermind of crime

She said there will be no beginning
Feeling of winning
With too much time on your hands
To sing and to paint in enamel
Is merely to dabble
It’s not a real job that demands
Everything to be sold
And I gave it all up for
A life to be found and be told
I gave it all up for…

She said I had no sense of purpose
Made me feel worthless
All this time on my hands
I dreamt of a bum in his squalor
No corporate dollars
To keep the wolf from the lamb
And his health and his home
And I gave it all up for
A life to be felt and be known
I gave it all up for…

She said there was no point in leaving
Nothing worth achieving
So much time on my hands
I smiled like a thief of the gallant
Devoid of all talent
She conveyed my lack of demand
To be sung, to be seen
But she’d give it all up for
A chance to be loved and be me
Oh yeah, she’d give it all up for…

Corporation, Finance, Operations
Marketing, Sales, Revenue
Profit, Competition

At the Wall Street walls
She is winning wars
At the Wall Street walls
She is winning wars…

When I reach uncertainty
And can not let it show
Find comfort in familiar things
And never let them go
It’s like the twee song
You know exactly how it’s going to end
It’s like the twee song
You know exactly where it’s going to end

When all is blue
No one but you
No sun or shade
No twee song I can play
If all is new
This might be true

Now and then I rattle off
Everything I know
Find solace in my cleverness
And always make it so
It’s like the twee song
You know exactly how it’s going to end
It’s like the twee song
You know exactly where it’s going to end

Clearly I should think about
Some other kind of world
Embrace uncertainty
And go and get the girl
I like the twee song
I know exactly how it’s going to end
I like the twee song
I know exactly where it’s going to end

If all is new
And an old dream stays with you
When all is blue
And the black dog follows you
If all is new
This might be true

Info

Chronology: Album 4
Released (Digital): 14 February 2013
Released (CD): 18 February 2013
Labels: Hark Records / Space March Pty Ltd
Production: All tracks written and arranged by Craig Simmons
except track 1 which incorporates a melody from In the Hall of the Mountain King written by Edvard Grieg in 1874-76.
Performed, recorded, produced and mixed by Craig Simmons.
Mastered by Robin Schmidt at 24-96 Mastering.
Art & design by Craig Simmons. Inside CD photo by Alex Harris.