I'm the Queen

by Alabaster dePlume

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I'm the Queen

Alone in a remote youth hostel in winter, drunk and talking to his tape-recorder, bewildered and altogether past the point of objective productivity, Alabaster was not greatly taken aback when a portrait of Her Majesty the Queen started talking to him.

The most confounding and entertaining aspects of life can be made quite clear by the voices those in exceptional positions, and in our monarch, Alabaster has surely found one of the most deeply and profoundly odd.

Not a poem, nor a song, 'I'm the Queen' has aroused enrapt amusement amusement all around Germany, Switzerland and France, where Alabaster toured earlier this year, supporting Liz Green. The words of the piece we altered, in fact, and further inspired, by discussions with natives of these countries, and their perspectives on what it might be like, to hold such a position, as the one presently retained by Elizabeth Alexandra Mary, Human Being.

Ours is a dubious, often injust, hilarious, bewildering but basically bizarre existence. If you don't believe me, take it from the Queen.

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released June 5, 2012

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Alabaster dePlume Manchester, UK

“You know when you’re ugly
You don’t always know you’re stupid”

Alabaster dePlume delights in his own confusion.

He embraces it. It makes him look a bit pretentious, sometimes, but in the end, it is deeply sincere, and entertaining.

He works with Debt Records in his hometown Manchester, and performs poetry and song around the UK, in festivals, bars and concert halls.
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Track Name: Hold the Night (2008 demo)
There, the snow
The gore is song
That the crow
Descends upon,
Here, the coal
A dream in white
While they hold the night

Hold the night
The night has gone
Hold the air for song
The blossoms fall
The briars grown
And the birds
Are singing, 'No'

They return,
Return to one
And to none
Do they belong
Sorrows dance
A cold delight
While they hold the night

Hold the night
The night has gone
Hold the ocean's tongue
The flames are drowned
The feast is done
And the crows
Are singing, 'On'