One of my favorite songs from Counting Crows. They do alternative lyrics on many different live version of Rain King. One of my favorite live performances can be found on New Amsterdam: Live at Heineken Music Hall.
Adam Duritz from during VH1 Storytellers on August 12, 1997:
"I read this book in college when I was at Berkeley called 'Henderson, the Rain King'
and the main character in the book was kind of this big, open-wound of a person, Eugene Henderson, He just sort of bled all over everyone around him
For better or for worse, full of joy, full of sorrow
He just made a mess of everything
and when I wrote the song years later it didn't really have anything to do with the book
except the book had kind of become a totem for how I felt about creativity and writing
that it was just this thing where you just took everything inside of you
and just sort of sprayed it all over everything
and not to worry too much about it, I mean
You try and craft it but not to be self-conscious about it, in any case
And, it's sort of a song about everything that goes into writing, all the feelings
everything that makes you want to write, makes you want to maybe pick up a guitar and do it
and express yourself because it's full of all the doubts and the fears
about how I felt about my life at that time
And also the feeling that I really deserved something better
than what I had accomplished up to that point
I think it is sort of a religious song about the sort of undefinable thing inside you
or out there somewhere that makes you write, makes you create,
makes you do any kind of art form, you know
And makes me The Rain King"
To me, Rain King is about wanting to have more in your life. You can't help but feel down on your self because of how things are going, but you know you deserved better. You "belong in the service of the Queen." and you "belong anywhere but in between."
But even in this situation, you admit at how bad things are. You're even proud of it and labeled yourself the "Rain King." Ultimately, if things are going to end, you are ready. When you "think of dying" you hope that you are delivered in the "belly of a black-winged bird." For me that bird would be a Counted Crow.
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