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Lyrics stemmed from an Oscar Wilde poem, then I added some free flowing words on that.
The ocean is calling me.
drums are loops.
The ocean is calling me.
drums are loops.
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Lyrics
Oscar Wilde (1854–1900). Poems. 1881.
Les Silhouettes
THE sea is flecked with bars of grey
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand
The black boat lies: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.
And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.
The rest is free flow....
Les Silhouettes
THE sea is flecked with bars of grey
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand
The black boat lies: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.
And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.
The rest is free flow....
ted23
Love the dreamy quality it has to it.
The intro and jangley guitar work near the start reminded me of some of my favourite tunes i listen and relax to.