{"id":138,"date":"2022-03-21T15:12:32","date_gmt":"2022-03-21T15:12:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/music.calebhayashida.com\/?page_id=138"},"modified":"2022-05-16T19:37:25","modified_gmt":"2022-05-16T19:37:25","slug":"moby-dick-or-the-whale","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/music.calebhayashida.com\/index.php\/moby-dick-or-the-whale\/","title":{"rendered":"Moby Dick or The Whale"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Listen on spotify<\/a>, apple music<\/a>, youtube<\/a>, amazon<\/a> or wherever else you stream music. Scroll below for lyrics and notes on the songs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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  1. Sea Fever<\/a><\/li>
  2. Interpretation<\/a><\/li>
  3. Drifting<\/a><\/li>
  4. Enter Ahab<\/a><\/li>
  5. Monomaniac<\/a><\/li>
  6. The Whiteness of the Whale<\/a><\/li>
  7. Sweethearts<\/a><\/li>
  8. Build Me a Coffin<\/a><\/li>
  9. Homesick<\/a><\/li>
  10. The Chase<\/a><\/li>
  11. Whaleman’s Hymn<\/a><\/li><\/ol>\n\n\n\n

    Sea Fever<\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    This is the first song I wrote for the album. It\u2019s a poem by John Maesfield that doesn\u2019t specifically have to do with Moby Dick, but I feel like it really captures a lot of the spirit of the first chapter of Moby Dick and it has just been one of my favorite poems for a long time.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,<\/span>
    And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;<\/span>
    And the wheel\u2019s kick and the wind\u2019s song and the white sail\u2019s shaking,<\/span>
    And a grey mist on the sea\u2019s face, and a grey dawn breaking.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide<\/span>
    Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;<\/span>
    And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,<\/span>
    And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I must go down to the seas again\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,<\/span>
    To the gull\u2019s way and the whale\u2019s way where the wind\u2019s like a whetted knife;<\/span>
    And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,<\/span>
    And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick\u2019s over.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Interpretation<\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    This song is taken from the first part of Chapter 3 \u201cThe Spouter-Inn\u201d where Ishmael muses over a painting in the hall of the Spouter Inn that is so smoky and grimy and dim that you can\u2019t tell what it\u2019s meant to depict. This song uses both polyrhythm and polymeter to give a rhythmic sense of being slightly unmoored and confused; in the middle of the song you have a 5\/4 over 3\/4 polymeter and a 2 over 3 polyrhythm (marimba and drums are the 5, piano is the 3, singing is the 2) so that you get the feeling that you can\u2019t quite tell which is the main beat of the song, just as Ishmael is unsure of the meaning of the painting. As noted later, 5\/4 is also used to represent the character of Ahab throughout the album and this song ties into much of the inner turmoil that Ahab experiences throughout the book<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    In this indecipherable mess<\/span>
    Sublimity seems to shine through<\/span>
    I can\u2019t make out what it might mean<\/span>
    I can\u2019t find my way to the truth<\/span>
    I can\u2019t seem to understand<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I can\u2019t seem to make<\/span>
    This make sense to me<\/span>
    I should probably let it be<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I should let it be<\/span>
    Maybe it\u2019s just me<\/span>
    Is this reality<\/span>
    Or is it all in my head<\/span>
    I can\u2019t let it be<\/span>
    I can only see<\/span>
    This mess in front of me<\/span>
    As it swirls around my head<\/span>
    I can\u2019t turn it off<\/span>
    I can\u2019t shake the thoughts<\/span>
    I gotta make it stop<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Is this confusion inherent in our humanity<\/span>
    Somehow I need to make sense of the seeming insanity<\/span>
    There must be beauty that\u2019s buried beneath all this vanity<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Repeated ponderings leave me at a loss<\/span>
    Earnest contemplation of this chaos<\/span>
    Diligent study in unequal cross-lights<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Ceaseless subtle hints of substance abound<\/span>
    Incessantly dogging me to find out<\/span>
    What it once was despite my seething doubts<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Systematic inquiry seems in vain<\/span>
    Can I know truth or is this all a waste<\/span>
    Am I just imposing meaning on a disarray<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The black sea in a midnight gale<\/span>
    A blasted heath<\/span>
    A hyperborean winter scene<\/span>
    The icebound stream of time shattering<\/span>
    Masses of shades and shadows<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Orphaned dreams drifting endlessly<\/span>
    Old mountain peaks<\/span>
    Wrapped in thunderous stormcloud wreaths<\/span>
    The cindered heap<\/span>
    Of a million memories<\/span>
    Scorched by senectitude<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    A half wrecked ship<\/span>
    In a hurricane<\/span>
    Struggling in vain<\/span>
    To break out of the death embrace\\<\/span>
    In dire straits<\/span>
    From the whale half impaling himself<\/span>
    On her shattered masts<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Drifting<\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    This song features a passage from Chapter 23 \u201cThe Lee Shore,\u201d one of the shortest chapters in the book. In this album as a whole I have tried to represent the monotony of being on multi-year voyages (one musical device I employ towards this attempt is rooting every song in A minor), and in this song explore the potential of such isolation to push people to \u2018surrender to a hypo(chondria)\u2019 as Ishmael puts it, that is, an overly melancholic and introspective mood. At the end we have a slower more meandering melody in 5\/4 tying into the theme of inner turmoil explored throughout the album.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I\u2019ve been drifting<\/span>
    For quite some time<\/span>
    On the open sea<\/span>
    Nowhere to call home<\/span>
    Nothing for me on shore<\/span>
    So I wander endlessly<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Someone tell me<\/span>
    If it\u2019s conceit<\/span>
    Or responsibility<\/span>
    To take credit for<\/span>
    The way I live my life<\/span>
    As I float so aimlessly<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs; But as in landlessness alone resides highest truth, shoreless, indefinite as God\u2014so, better is it to perish in that howling infinite, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee, even if that were safety! For worm-like, then, oh! who would craven crawl to land! Terrors of the terrible! Is all this agony so vain? Up from the spray of thy ocean-perishing\u2014straight up, leaps thy apotheosis!<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I\u2019ve been wondering<\/span>
    If the choice is mine<\/span>
    As I sail this life<\/span>
    Do I ever choose<\/span>
    Or just ride on fate and chance<\/span>
    Or does God decide<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I\u2019ve trying<\/span>
    So desperately<\/span>
    To have faith and to believe<\/span>
    But I can\u2019t seem move<\/span>
    This mountain that is me<\/span>
    So I drift here listlessly<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Enter Ahab<\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    This is an introduction of the next song and is taken from Chapter 28 \u201cAhab.\u201d Here we meet one of the central characters of the book, probably the most famous character from Moby Dick.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    As I mounted to the deck at the call of the forenoon watch, so soon as I leveled my glance towards the taffrail, foreboding shivers ran over me. Reality outran apprehension; Captain Ahab stood upon his quarter-deck. He looked like a man cut away from the stake, when the fire has overrunningly wasted all the limbs without consuming them, or taking away one particle from their compacted aged robustness. His whole high, broad form, seemed made of solid bronze, and shaped in an unalterable mould, like Cellini\u2019s cast Perseus. Captain Ahab stood, looking straight out beyond the ship\u2019s ever-pitching prow. There was an infinity of firmest fortitude, a determinate, unsurrenderable wilfulness, in the fixed and fearless, forward dedication of that glance. Not a word he spoke; but moody stricken Ahab stood before them with a crucifixion in his face; in all the nameless regal overbearing dignity of some mighty woe.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    A Kahn of the plank a king of the sea<\/span>
    A great lord of the leviathans was he<\/span>
    All hail, all rise<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Monomaniac<\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    This song explores the character of Ahab from his perspective. I use the musical device of 5\/4 time in this song to represent Ahab in the verses, a time signature that has a slightly off kilter 4\/4 feel that I think simulates Ahabs imbalanced stride due to his whalebone leg (taken by Moby Dick). <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Why do you pester me<\/span>
    With your petty concerns<\/span>
    So paltry to mine<\/span>
    Down dog and kennel<\/span>
    Can\u2019t you see I don\u2019t have the time<\/span>
    Why so selfish self absorbed and blind<\/span>
    There are matters much more important<\/span>
    On my mind<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Fate, Ahab, or God<\/span>
    It matters not<\/span>
    To my dying breath I\u2019ll chase yours<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I will rage, rage against the dying of the light<\/span>
    This old man won\u2019t go down without a fight<\/span>
    I am bound to chase him down<\/span>
    \u2018Round the Norway maelstrom<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I will hound him through perdition’s flames<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    To the grave his or mine<\/span>
    He will not escape this time<\/span>
    I will scour every corner of this earth<\/span>
    Goblets raised drink and swear<\/span>
    Death to Moby Dick<\/span>
    He doesn\u2019t have a prayer<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    A Kahn of the plank a king of the sea<\/span>
    A great lord of the leviathans was he<\/span>
    All hail, all rise<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Why do you trouble me<\/span>
    With such trivial things<\/span>
    What a waste of my time<\/span>
    Pull it together<\/span>
    Careful you don\u2019t fall out of line<\/span>
    I can feel it on this ocean breeze<\/span>
    Vengeance hovering so close<\/span>
    That I can just about taste the sweet<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    A Kahn of the plank a king of the sea<\/span>
    A great lord of the leviathans was he<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Fate, Ahab, or God<\/span>
    It matters not<\/span>
    To my dying breath I\u2019ll chase yours<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I will rage, rage against the dying of the light<\/span>
    This old man won\u2019t go down without a fight<\/span>
    I am bound to chase him down<\/span>
    \u2018Round the Norway maelstrom<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I will hound him through perdition’s flames<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    To the grave his or mine<\/span>
    He will not escape this time<\/span>
    I will scour every corner of this earth<\/span>
    Goblets raised drink and swear<\/span>
    Death to Moby Dick<\/span>
    He doesn\u2019t have a prayer<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The Whiteness of the Whale<\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    I use the time signature of 7\/4 to represent the whale across the album and in this song focus on exploring various metric emphases of 7\/4. It is taken from chapter 42 of the same title as the song, and at the beginning of the chapter Ishmael states that this is probably the most important chapter of the book. This chapter is placed in the middle of the book so I placed this song in the middle of the album, giving a roughly chiasmic structure to the record. The chapter is entirely a contemplation of the color of white and how it is both representative of purity and majesty but also terror and death. Musically I oscillate between A minor and A major trying to create a musical ambience of not being sure whether you should be feeling terror or joy.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The mystical hue of white<\/span>
    Emblazoning virgin brides<\/span>
    The sign of ages wisdom<\/span>
    The pallor of death\u2019s prey<\/span>
    The hottest of flames<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I must try even if I fail<\/span>
    To describe the whiteness of the whale<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Refracting off all we see<\/span>
    Light\u2019s colorless conceits<\/span>
    A million shades<\/span>
    Just subtle deceits like harlot\u2019s paint<\/span>
    Allurement\u2019s charade<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I must try even if I fail<\/span>
    To describe the whiteness of the whale<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Indefinite it shadows forth<\/span>
    The infinite cosmic shore<\/span>
    Stabs us from<\/span>
    Behind with the thought of<\/span>
    Annihilation<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I must try even if I fail<\/span>
    To describe the whiteness of the whale<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Sweethearts<\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    Sailors stereotypically like their alcohol. The line at the end is an old British Naval toast.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I like whiskey, I like her a lot<\/span>
    Maybe just a little too much more often than not<\/span>
    I\u2019ve tried to keep her in line<\/span>
    But I just keep swallowing<\/span>
    Her sweet little lies<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I like rum but she gets into my head<\/span>
    And I don\u2019t sleep much when I take her to bed<\/span>
    She keeps me up late<\/span>
    And then she wake\u2019s me<\/span>
    Early in the morning ah she\u2019s such a headache<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    So raise, raise a glass<\/span>
    For your lasses, your loves<\/span>
    Pour, pour a round<\/span>
    Drink it down<\/span>
    For your gals<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I love gin she\u2019s a classy gem<\/span>
    Says she\u2019ll always be beside me to the bitter end<\/span>
    She don\u2019t ask much<\/span>
    Just my tender touch<\/span>
    All my money and attention all my life and my love<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I love brandy my honey my sweet<\/span>
    When I need a little sugar she can\u2019t be beat<\/span>
    But she<\/span>
    Won\u2019t let me be<\/span>
    Always nagging at my back she\u2019s got her claws in me<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    So raise, raise a glass<\/span>
    For your lasses, your loves<\/span>
    Pour, pour a round<\/span>
    Drink it down<\/span>
    For your gals<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Oh I often wonder if I\u2019ll ever find some peace<\/span>
    All these lovely ladies might just be the death of me<\/span>
    Today I\u2019m feeling I should really leave \u2018em all behind<\/span>
    Even though I think I said the same thing just last night<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    So raise one last glass<\/span>
    For your lasses, your loves<\/span>
    Pour one last round<\/span>
    Drink it down<\/span>
    For your gals<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    So here\u2019s to our sweethearts<\/span>
    And to our wives<\/span>
    May they never ever meet<\/span>
    Until the day we die<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Build Me a Coffin<\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    This song explores another main character in the book Queequeg and is taken from Chapter 110 “Queequeg in His Coffin.”<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Call the carpenter to carve me a coffin<\/span>
    Death\u2019s knocking at my door<\/span>
    We\u2019ll have a drink and long conversation<\/span>
    \u2018Cause that\u2019s what friends are for<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I wanna be out in the ocean<\/span>
    Forever floating on that great expanse<\/span>
    In the end cradled by water<\/span>
    The element from which the world began<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Call the carpenter to build me a casket<\/span>
    Sturdy and water tight<\/span>
    Send me off to sail the seas of forever<\/span>
    In water and in light<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I wanna be rocked to sleep<\/span>
    By the waves in death as I was in life<\/span>
    Eternally caressed by the breeze<\/span>
    Of the seas as I ride among the tides<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Don\u2019t wrap me in hammock and rope<\/span>
    And dump me for sharks off the boat<\/span>
    Don\u2019t burn up my body and bones<\/span>
    I don\u2019t wanna go up in smoke<\/span>
    Oh don\u2019t bury me under the dirt<\/span>
    With funeral trappings and words<\/span>
    I don\u2019t want a grave at a church<\/span>
    Don\u2019t cover me over with earth<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I wanna drift off the horizon<\/span>
    To the starry isles of the milky way<\/span>
    A galaxy of uncharted seas<\/span>
    Is calling me to explore their misty reefs<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Call the carpenter to craft me a vessel<\/span>
    Fit for this final quest<\/span>
    I wanna be forever in motion<\/span>
    My eternal rest<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I want the song of the breakers<\/span>
    Sounding out as I leave for those distant shores<\/span>
    The water pounding roaring resounding<\/span>
    A thunderous requiem crashing out forevermore<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    (Don\u2019t wrap me in hammock and rope<\/span>
    And dump me for sharks off the boat<\/span>
    Don\u2019t burn up my body and bones<\/span>
    I don\u2019t wanna go up in smoke)<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Oh don\u2019t bury me under the dirt<\/span>
    With funeral trappings and words<\/span>
    I don\u2019t want a grave at a church<\/span>
    Don\u2019t cover me over with earth<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Homesick<\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    This song explores the character Starbuck, the first mate of the Pequod, who talks about how he misses his wife and son. It\u2019s an exploration of some of the feelings that I imagine a sailor with a family might have being out on such long work trips, and the nature of love and marriage within that context.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Sometimes<\/span>
    Right at dawn I take our boy<\/span>
    To wait and watch the water<\/span>
    For a sign of sails<\/span>
    I rise<\/span>
    Lately with a dimming recollection<\/span>
    Of your touch<\/span>
    ‘Cause we’re drifting farther<\/span>
    On the waters<\/span>
    Of time<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Do you still<\/span>
    Climb each morning to the hill<\/span>
    My eyes<\/span>
    Strain to see your sails against the light<\/span>
    Oh this<\/span>
    Distance feels so permanent<\/span>
    I miss<\/span>
    The fading memory of your kiss<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I hate (I pray)<\/span>
    The tides of time (Your presence)<\/span>
    That dim your face (Doesn’t dim with age)<\/span>
    Come home (I hope)<\/span>
    I can’t stand (I can drift)<\/span>
    Not knowing where you are (My way back home to  you)<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    These days<\/span>
    I just wanna hold you to remind<\/span>
    Me how you feel<\/span>
    Pressed up against my chest<\/span>
    I’ve tried<\/span>
    To fight the unrelenting tides<\/span>
    Of time that dull your touch<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Do you still<\/span>
    Think of me upon the hill<\/span>
    Oh I<\/span>
    Strain to recollect you every night<\/span>
    Oh this<\/span>
    Distance feels so permanent<\/span>
    I miss<\/span>
    The fading memory of your kiss<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I hate (I pray)<\/span>
    The tides of time (Your presence)<\/span>
    That dim your face (Doesn’t dim with age)<\/span>
    Come home (I hope)<\/span>
    I can’t stand (I can drift)<\/span>
    Not knowing where you are (My way back home to  you)<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The sullen grey<\/span>
    Of these ocean waves<\/span>
    Never stops<\/span>
    Crashing on the rocks<\/span>
    Of our time worn love<\/span>
    Oh it hurts so much<\/span>
    That I feel sometimes<\/span>
    It’s not worth the fight<\/span>
    But I won’t let my feelings (I won’t let my feelings)<\/span>
    Get in the way of our love (get in the way)<\/span>
    So I choose to stay<\/span>
    I choose you today<\/span>
    Let the waves crash on<\/span>
    Till the break of dawn<\/span>
    Let ’em drive<\/span>
    Our hearts into one<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Till they’re worn smooth<\/span>
    I choose you<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    The Chase<\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    This song is based on the last 3 chapters of the book of the same name as the song. Here we have both 7\/4 (played by the bass synthesizer sound representing the whale) and 5\/4 (played by the piano representing Ahab) competing against each other, representing in musical form Ahab and the Whale duking it out.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    This whole act\u2019s immutably decreed<\/span>
    Fate\u2019s lieutenant irrevocably<\/span>
    That is who I am to be<\/span>
    Choice is just a fable for the weak<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I will rain my rage on that whale<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Sharpen your lances lads it\u2019s time<\/span>
    My vengeance will not be denied<\/span>
    I will pierce that iron hide<\/span>
    Even if it cost\u2019s my life<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I will rain my rage on that whale<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Lower the boats and send them forward<\/span>
    Put your back into those oars<\/span>
    Over and over and over again<\/span>
    Over and over and over again<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    row, row, row\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    If the gods think to speak outright to man, they will honorably speak outright; not shake their heads, and give an old wives\u2019 darkling hint. Ahab stands alone among the millions of the peopled earth, nor gods nor men his neighbors! Sing out for every spout, though he spout ten times a second!<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Search the horizon<\/span>
    Scan every wave<\/span>
    Stare till your blind<\/span>
    Then still don\u2019t stop your gaze
    <\/span>
    Stand by the braces<\/span>
    Hard down the helm<\/span>
    Pull in the stunsail<\/span>
    Chase down that whale<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Now breach your last<\/span>
    Your hour\u2019s at hand<\/span>
    Your doom draws night<\/span>
    This harpoon I<\/span>
    Will soon unleash<\/span>
    On you fell beast<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Breath your last breath<\/span>
    I am your death<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    From all your furthest bounds, pour ye now in, ye bold billows of my whole foregone life. Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell\u2019s heart I stab at thee; for hate\u2019s sake I spit my last breath at thee.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Whaleman\u2019s Hymn<\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    I think this song speaks for itself.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Oh mother<\/span>
    To sail the seas<\/span>
    And leave this land behind<\/span>
    We ship at dawn<\/span>
    I must be on<\/span>
    My way<\/span>
    No turning back<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Oh father<\/span>
    The storms ahead<\/span>
    Cannot be won just faced<\/span>
    The best that we<\/span>
    Can hope achieve<\/span>
    Is to weather them<\/span>
    With strength<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    And all I want<\/span>
    Is to be free<\/span>
    To feel the sea<\/span>
    Beneath my feet<\/span>
    To choose my fate<\/span>
    And carve a place<\/span>
    For me to have<\/span>
    A little faith<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Oh sister<\/span>
    Will hindsight ever<\/span>
    Heal our broken bones<\/span>
    Will memories<\/span>
    Ever appease<\/span>
    The wounds we hold<\/span>
    So close<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Oh brother<\/span>
    Will foresight ever<\/span>
    Liberate our souls<\/span>
    Will fantasy<\/span>
    Ever appease<\/span>
    Our dreams<\/span>
    Of what could be<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    And all I want<\/span>
    Is to be free<\/span>
    Of broken dreams<\/span>
    And memories<\/span>
    To just be now<\/span>
    Before I drown<\/span>
    From all this<\/span>
    Dragging me around<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Oh lover<\/span>
    I’ve cast my lot<\/span>
    To brave these ocean deeps<\/span>
    So pray for me<\/span>
    And do not weep<\/span>
    The waves are calling me<\/span>
    I must be off to sea<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n