Margalee - The King of Zen Lyrics

The king of zen is a portrait artist
Living in West Oakland
He spends hours, days, months, weeks, years
Working on canvas
His work can sometimes be seen near the recycling bin
Neighbors with the compost
Yes, he's

The king of zen
The king of zen
The king of zen
The king of zen
The king of zen
The king of zen
Ah

Sometimes I say hey babe
Why you gotta throw your portraits away?
He says to make room for the new dear
He says to make room for the new dear
Because each action is as important as everything else
Except he doesn't say anything because
He's the quiet type
But I can see it in his face that the is what he's thinking
He's the king of zen
The king of zen is in my bed

The king of zen!
The king of zen!
The king of zen!
The king of zen!
The king of zen!
The king of zen!

He says to make room for the new dear
How do I know it's you?
I know it's you!
But how do I know?
Because it's as if you embody
The fact that creation and destruction are in fact cousins
Yes, it's like you embody this
It's like you release all attachments
Every time you put that canvas away
And every time you paint again
Every time you paint again

I am so grateful that you were once in my bed
The queen of zen
The queen of zen
The queen of zen
Why'd you have to leave?
It was perfect and you had to screw it up!
We had everything
We had it all
We were royalty
Kings and queens
Finally
I wasn't some peasant
I was with the king, baby

Yea, he's a nobody
And royalty!
Simultaneously a nobody and royalty
Simultaneously a nobody and royalty
Simultaneously
The king of zen
The king of zen
The king of zen
The king of zen