A song about drowning sorrows in the sea
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Vocals & lyrics : DirgeK
Music : Unknown musicians
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Riptide © Dirge K 2004
Riptide, what a turbulent way to go
It turns out, drowning sorrows can be slow
Riptide, what a turbulent way to go
It transpires, a land-rise kept them afloat
How to reflect upon on it, I’ll never know,
I thought I heard him but it was just a zephyr-blow.
The cruel aftermath of what he’s left to set sail,
Somewhere on a scrimshaw I went and carved his name.
Ivor debauched, yeah he debauched but he couldn’t resolve me
I’ve tried to divorce, even tried to divorce my head from my body.
Riptide, what a turbulent way to go
It turns out, drowning sorrows can be slow
Riptide, what a turbulent way to go
It transpires, my troubled eyes keep them in tow.
On the horizon you can see my futile lust,
Lovers appear, they’ll wash me down, then they wash me up.
Just like the waves
undulating
Riptide, oh it’s too late.
A barbiturate is said to not quite make the cut,
I’ve tried to dislocate, tried with the aid of one but came unstuck.
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