Vessels
2 Stoned Birds
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Watching from the window The upper deck of my boat Streets begin to flow with life and purpose Just like before 9 to fivers Evening workers And all the inbetweeners Post-job few pint socializers Quick-hello-in-the-street-ers And lets-just-chat-to-pass-the-time-rs While society rolls back in I was launched into this voyage with a weakness for capsizing, Sunken cost dictating the pace, But see, I thought we all set off from the port the same Vessels with funny sounding names Canvas hoisted higher, hand over fist in vain, Nautical maps approved by committee And their one size fits all attitude to individual ability We hold precious & close our special play-list of songs to sing as we head out to sea Every sailor needs a good sea shanty, don't we? It's more than that, We need There's a weight or a shadow in the hull that's distracting, But the weather outside looks fine! And as far as I know Everyone's voyage will be identical to mine If they can do it, so can I, Right? Right into the path of a wave And another and another Rip-tides, pirates and currents are churning My stomach, and blurring my vision Once again I'm dropping anchor, with longing For stronger sea legs and conviction Now an era of continual repair Any progress negated by distressingly casual wear and tear And the acts of opportunists, looters and strangers My vessel was not built for this Or so it feels A pulse of powerful beams splintering the wheel Changing course better be worth the heavy bleed if I'm to find an even keel I am asking permission To sink, sail or swim Red hands outstretched to an overwhelming cerulean I wish to navigate it's structure the way that people do, With inbuilt guidance and communication so fluid) To walk on water as I'd walk on this sea-soaked wood Decks untouched and free from the sticky residue Of chasing that collective heartbeat that inside, I never knew It wasn't this fresh, distanced reality that caught my breath But the reminder that I'd have to do it all over again, Waken my need for safe, meaningful connection held near Distance between us not just across turbulence and tiers But the splashes of history thickening my fears A painful aversion to loud and crowded piers, Anxiety unappeased by the re-opening's this year So From the port hole I watch the Swell below Night-shift's ending Day-shift's ending Lock-down's ending Time to start pretending that I'm not scared Spoon-spending Boundary-bending Sense-defending And am begging for some strong wind in my sails The idea of strength in numbers Cast asunder Fear of others Always influencing my boat And yeah not everybody plunders Lone ships in Open waters But I have to stay afloat If I could move like the school's of fish below, I could join the dance of silvery pieces making a whole But I'm drenched and clinging on beam ends, and Wondering what became of the fish that spent it's life thinking it was less than, Because they really believed they should be able to climb a tree, Or sail a ship.... whatever metaphor fits It feels like all I can see are fish in trees, Uninhibited by tidal waves, nets and ocean worries Or my unavoidable fixation on sinking If this is normality at sea I need to find safer waters for me So I cut and run, Turn my back on the fleet, I'll choose a paper boat Haphazardly drifting down a stream Put myself in Kingsley's fairy-tale story, Make my great journey to the sea But in my own goddamn time Because I shouldn't have to start there In a dark and salty abyss Where my deepest, formidable waters Are only up to other people's shins, Populated coves and treasure troves Are further down the line for a vessel that does what it needs to do In order to survive In shallow rivers, Maybe I'll finally learn the ropes Send a message in a bottle to those far-away folks Not to give up hope, I might cope if I don't sink my ship or lose my lifeboats As long as I stop trying to pretend that this Seasickness doesn't affect my existence. There are calmer waters out there. I believe it. My paper vessel may become wooden If circumstances conceive it But I won't force it My fellow struggling wayfarers, enduring tidal waves and lonely days, Bay your sea shanty out and listen for a change In the air Even a ripple A small breeze Take your time in the rivers and lochs Until it's safe to sail downstream.
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