I’ve been working on a line in my head for a couple of months now, was not sure where it was leading but it turned into a song last week and I thought I’d share that with you all. Those of you who know me in real life can guess what sparked these lyrics I’m sure.
THE SHORE
Maybe a little house in Bristol
Maybe a palace city bound
I only have this moment now to find the way
Maybe four walls and a dirt floor
Will simply do the trick
I only have this moment now to work it out
Maybe I do not own this voice
And perhaps I never did
I only have this single word upon my tongue
Maybe it isn’t mine to say now
And perhaps it never was
And that will make all the difference
Because I am not the shore
I move, I feel, I shift
And that is just enough to do
As long as I am not the shore
I move, I feel, I shift
I drift
further out
Maybe the tide will rise to choke me
Maybe the waters will recede
I only have this sketchy plan ahead
Maybe a boat will come to get me
And bring me to my knees
And that will make all the difference
Because I am not the shore
No matter how far out I get
I see it there before me
and I know
I am not the shore
I move, I feel, I shift
I drift far away
And wonder
How I got here?
With my tired limbs and lack of air
And sky above
Maybe a little house in Bristol
Maybe a palace city bound
I only have this moment now
To swim for it
metaphor
from the Latin. metaphora, 
ohchicken said,
April 16, 2008 at 9:36 am
i love this. and you. i want to hear it.
pppj said,
April 17, 2008 at 9:29 pm
Hugs to you
the shore demo « Mrs Metaphor said,
May 2, 2008 at 9:46 pm
[...] Tags: demo complete with distortion For those of you who asked to hear the music to The Shore here ’tis. Please bear in mind the fact that I recorded it into my laptop without fancy [...]