The water roaring, but I greet the sea in silence. The spray is rising on the waves. We drag the boat across the sand in stubborn violence, and not a one of us is saved. The light is dying in the sky, the sun descending. The salt is crisp across our skin. The end of days and end of world are not the same thing. If you can kneel, then you can win.
We get low, and if a storm arrives we know we're prepared. We get low. God, let the sea provide. We know we've prepared.
And if my body starts to fail through age and damage I have a core that will prevail. We set the lines and put the keel into the water. Fate set the sails.
released December 6, 2012
Mario Costa, Mike Means, Tim Catz: basses.
Ed Mac: drums.
Kevin Grant: words.
Recorded by Trevor Vaughan @ The Colisseum.
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