thinkin' back, yeah I was
--unsure of the captain--losin' touch and stuck in the past
conclusion sunk in--I'm too--stubborn to jump in a raft
my room was flooded from the rudders to mast
but the water rushin' was the color of the suds from my flask
under attack from my functions and habits--summer of madness, yo
--I doubled back just like the back of a paddleboat
----thought I had control of the vessel--but I was sinkin' low
--til I met you----drinkin' alone in the bedroom
--then you saw potential
compliments only a mother gave
common sense told me I'd wash away
(but) you showed me how to live again--and
there's no ocean deep enough to drown
the sweetest love we found as friends
your honest words instilled a sense of hope
--fed the soul
and reawoke the urge to build a better boat
and once it's docked upon the port
--we'll walk the shore--and see the site
where you breathed life into this washed up corpse
And I'll admit
I think it's true--loose lips could sink ships
but in the motion of this ocean it's spoken in broken english
--(if the) boat goes in we'll just float where this brings us
open a drink up and hope for a wind gust
I think it's true--loose lips could sink ships
but in the motion of this ocean it's spoken in broken english
--(if the) boat goes in we'll just float where this brings us
open a drink up and hope for a wind gust
I think it's true--loose lips could sink ships
but in the motion of this ocean it's spoken in broken english
--(if the) boat goes in we'll just float where this brings us
open a drink up and hope for a wind gust
And if you're another unattainable dream
I'm thankful for the days you spent anchored to me
it's so great to be with you--if we sank in the sea
probably wouldn't notice we're unable to breathe
weightless--at least til our embrace is complete
it'll be ages--and when they excavate the debris
they'll find us--cuddled underneath the scuttled submarines
and won't need the number of meters to know this love was deep
--but what's the sense in contemplating the end
I'm on a wave with a friend and I'm okay with it, man
no one may ever know our love except the ocean
let's go with the ebb & flow and revel in the moment
credits
from Tide Me Over,
track released September 24, 2021
Tide Me Over produced by Man Mantis for Haunted Closet Productions
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023