June 2012
24 posts
There is a house by the sea
Two jealous sisters, they’re waiting for me
And one is laid on the floor
And one is changing the locks on the doors
And I’ve been buying the time on my knees
And I’ve been selling their blankets to bleed (on)
Around the house by the sea
The scent of roses and raspberry leaves
And there is smoke in my clothes
Too much time with just smoke in my nose
And I’ve been making the meaning they lack
And I’ve been burning that book they come back too
There is a house by the sea
And an ocean between it and me
And like the shape of a wave
The jealous sisters will sing on my grave
And I’ve been living to run where they led
And I’ve been dying to rise from their bed
And I’ve been sparing my neck from their chain
And they’ve been changing the sound of my name
And I’ve been swimming to them in my sleep
And I’ve been dreaming our love and our freedom
Beach House - On the Sea
We tell stories about everyone else.
But our own remains a mystery.
Mockingbirds are the true artists of the bird kingdom. Which is to say, although they’re born with a song of their own, mockingbirds aren’t content to merely play the hand that is dealt them. Like all artists, they are out to rearrange reality.”
– Tom Robbins
