Poems and Lyrics I Enjoy
I have included this page more so for myself, so that I might have my favorite verses in one place. I hope you enjoy them as well.
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town;
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on the roofs and walls,
But the sea in the darkness calls and calls;
The little waves, with their soft white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns; but nevermore
Returns and the traveler to shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and I plead
Singing...Come out of the things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head
And a trouble that can't be named
A tiger's waiting to be tamed
Singing...You are...You are
Confusion that never stops
The closing walls and the ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop, that you now know
Singing come out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease
Singing...You are, you are (x4)
And nothing else compares(x4)
You are, you are
Home, home where I wanted to go...
-Coldplay
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face and a gray dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
to the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
--John Masefield
This plaque is located in Port Jefferson, NY.
Rather than writing this one out, I'll just have a link to a page with the original verses.... Here's the link
Light out wanderlust, head us out to sea.
Captain says there'll be a bust, this one's not for me.
Take us from the dark, out where we can see.
Captain's out to make his mark, this one's not to be.
Light out wanderlust, help us to be free.
Light out waderlust, do it just for me... wanderlust
Oh where did I go wrong my love?
What petty crime was I found guilty of?
What better time to find a brand new day?
Oh, wanderlust away.
Light out wanderlust, help us to be free.
Light out wanderlust, do it just for me, wanderlust.
Captain's out toe make his mark, this one's not to be.
-Paul McCartney
Here I sit chained to this life
Longing for something undefined
And impossible.
No escape to the place in my dreams,
Longing where it is not justified
Nor acceptable.
And even to myself�.
As the waves are reaching to the shore
And then retreating;
Locked in the continuum,
They are expected to return
And know nothing different.
How fortunate for them
That they do not feel.
-me
