Songs About / On: SWIMMING

(words & music by sylvia dee- ben weisman)
Let’s go on a moonlight swim
Far away from the crowd
All alone upon the beach
Our lips and our arms
Close within each other’s reach
Will be on a moonlight swim read more »

Let’s put our heads together and start a new country up
Our father’s father’s father tried, erased the parts he didn’t like
Let’s try to fill it in, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red read more »

[intro]
Welcome into ecstasy baby
Oh yes, I got to know, can i
Splash, splash, splash
Baby I wanna jump and dive and splash in your love, yes
Can I splash in your love baby? read more »

(Sandman)
Sharks patrol these waters (x2)
Don't let your fingers dangle in the water
And don't you worry about the day glow orange life per server
It won't save you (x2) read more »

Where were you when I was lonesome?
Locked away with freezing cold
Someone flying only stolen
I can't tell this light so old

[Refrain:]
I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to fight the tide
I don't want to swim forever
When it's cold I'd like to die

What was that my sweet sweet nothing?
I can't hear you through the fog
If I holler let me go
If I falter let me know

[Refrain]

I don't want to swim forever
I don't want to fight the tide
I don't want to swim the ocean
When it's cold I'd like to die

I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to figh the tide read more »

This frame of mind
Young hollow man
Said all I've got to say
Done all I can
Won't even try read more »

Put your head on my shoulder baby
Things can’t get any worse
Night is getting colder
Sometimes life feels like it’s a curse read more »

Kaptain Krude
as performed by Galactic Cowboys
Written by Colvin/Doss/Huggins/Sonnier
Sailing on the ocean stewed, fell asleep while steering...Kaptain Krude! Had a
bit too much of the brew, there is a rock approaching...Kaptain Krude! read more »

I feed from the bottom, you feed from the top
I live upon morsels you happen to drop
And coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup
If nothing comes down then I’m forced to swim up
On the way upwards, the colors come back
But all along the bottom is blue, grey, and black
The darkness is cold and perception goes wrong
And the night seems to go on incredibly long read more »

October, 1990 - Annaghmakerrig, Ireland...have been striving to create the
pieces and shape of The Visit. Brought various books of lyrics, poetry and
other influences with me: the Unicorn Tapestries, The Golden Bough. Set some
traditional lyrics to music; I am drawn to the harp motif and the essence of a
fable in which a girl, drowned by her jealous sister, returns first as a swan read more »