Wild Sea-Mark Eitzel

[ti:Wild Sea] [ar:Mark Eitzel] [al:60 Watt Silver Lining] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Wild Sea - Mark Eitzel (马克·艾扎) [00:16.20]Inside he's empty [00:19.26]A head filled with shopping lists and politics [00:27.48]And a hollow eggshell kind of frailty [00:31.76]Pulling himself back together like desperate wishes [00:37.88]Into the wild sea that moans and boils [00:44.11]Filled with old ghosts and a whole other language [00:49.88]Uncoiling forever [00:53.53]Indecent and foreign [00:56.90]Welcome to the laws of decay [01:02.94]The song of Darwin and dismay [01:11.07]The wild sea rises higher [01:15.06]Heavier it rushes down on him [01:21.86]It was invited it was not unwelcome [01:27.19]His fear was just a 60 watt silver lining [01:32.95]Shining from the edges of his crying [01:39.54]Teaching him its frozen prayers [01:42.59]Distant as the next second [01:45.48]Far as any distant land's future on the horizon [01:51.32]He's laughing in the ocean [01:53.95]Laughing in the ocean [01:56.79]Laughing in the ocean [01:59.23]All his life was a gesture [02:01.71]A check paid in dirty dishes [02:04.53]Listen to the sea wind hear how it hisses [02:09.79]As it rolls over all your vain petty wishes [02:16.97]And your sweet passionate kisses [02:22.42] [02:50.08]The wild wild sea [02:52.94]Forever dumb it has no memory [02:58.45]Just a replay of your complicated amnesty [03:04.75]As it rolls over rocks and w**d breaking your birdcage [03:11.12]And your poet's pages [03:13.45]And all your drowned words [03:16.53]That were just death threats and unpaid debts [03:22.50]And leaves you breathless and peaceful for a while [03:28.96]And you think your heart is without hate for a while [03:34.74]And you think your soul is without hate for a while [03:40.63]And your body was an animal that loved to hide [03:47.28]See the source of your heart buried deep in the tide [03:52.51]See the source of your heart singing from the tide [03:59.02]Lonely joy [04:01.34]Lonely joy [04:03.87]Tears of joy [04:05.86]The source of your heart deep in the undertow [04:10.79]Hidden tongues and hidden hands pulling you from below [04:16.81]To the source of your pain [04:21.17] [04:22.39]The source of your pain in the undertow