In "Jester in the Bowl," Mon Rovîa stands inside a world gone carnival, singing from the bowl while waiting to be set free. Wars and mansion men keep taking, yet dreaming remains unstealable. The ache turns toward making wrongs right and drinking the wine of an old love, feeling everything rather than numbing it. Judges who deny rights are damned, and the place of the skull promises no kings, no slaves, no poor, only love. The resolve is quiet and stubborn: planning on living.
Jester in the Bowl Lyrics by Mon Rovîa
The world has turned carnival
And I’m the jester in the bowl, singing
Waiting for someone to set me free
And wars have come, and still they come
Mansion men taking what they want
But there’s no man that can steal our dreaming
For a better life
Just want to make my wrongs right
Drink the wine of an old love
And just feel it all
I’m planning on living
So damn you, judges of the earth
For saying only those with rights can stand
When everyone born has rights in their hands
Will you meet me at the place of the skull?
There’ll be no kings or slave or poor
Just the love, just the love of all
And the world’s turned carnival
And I’m the jester in the bowl, singing
Waiting for someone to set me free
And wars have come, and still they come
Mansion men taking what they want
But there’s no man that can steal our dreaming
For a better life
Just want to make my wrongs right
Drink the wine of an old love
And just feel it all
I’m planning on living
