I've had one as well ER. Years back I found a song for our band to cover that really fit our vocals and guitar. It's called "King Of the Hill" and was written by Roger McGuinn of the Byrds. He cowrote and performed it with Tom Petty.

It has haunting lyrics and a great structure and sound:

L.A.'s asleep you roll up your window
The night air is cold the freeway is clear
In a green Gucci bag are your prized possessions
The jewels of your mind to hold back the fear

And when Monday comes round
There's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light
Makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the king of the hill

The driveway is long your princess is lovely
Your servants all wait for your knock on the door
How many years will you crawl through this castle
So satisfied and still wanting more

And when Monday comes round
There's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light
Makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the king of the hill Yeah

(lead break)

The guests have arrived with all the right faces
But you miss the ball in that room down the hall
It's sunrise again the driveway is empty
The crystal is cracked there's blood on the wall

And when Monday comes round
There's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light
Makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the king of the hill

And when Monday comes round
There's a high lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white blinding light
Makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the king of the hill
Yes, you feel like the king of the hill
Ah, you feel like the king of the hill
Yes, you feel like the king of the hill

My buddy Claude and I got into a discussion about what those lyrics meant. They were so rich and seemed to tell a story. I found a Roger McGuinn website and it had an email address on it so I sent off a note saying our band was performing it, loved it, and asked what the meaning was.

In a day or so I get this email back from McGuinn telling me that he and Petty were sitting around talking about all the problems their friend John Phillips of the Mamas and Poppa's had with drugs and alcohol and the song evolved from there.

It really added so much to each performance from that point on and we told the story of the email every gig.

Here's a youtube videoof the song for your enjoyment:

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