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Post by brillo69 on Jun 14, 2004 1:20:15 GMT
In that ocean. Wide eyed and deeper in your gaze, And bluer than the bright that's in the cave.
There is a city, Came out from you, Atlantis In ruins, sunken below the waves
But in the city, Where there is no one. What's the point of being free, eh? When there is nothing there to tie me down, Oh, no more here.
The bluest city, Covered in coral and coral, On sea chests, And sealed Jamaician tales.
There is nobody To count the soldiering meandering whales, With a shoal of herring amongst the sails.
But in the city, Where there is no one. What's the point of being free, eh? When there is nothing there to tie me down, Oh, no more here.
There is the city Atlantis.
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Adena
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Post by Adena on Oct 11, 2008 11:00:53 GMT
I wish this had been properly recorded.
Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting through Kate's Atlantis - I'm free now, but it's too late. I'm already lost, and I don't quite hit on the point of being free when I'm a myriad distance away from everyone who I've shared my life so far with. This may have been her first song, but she hit the nail on the head with the lyrics anyway.
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Post by bess on Oct 12, 2008 15:28:14 GMT
I agree that lyrically this is a very apt song. The metaphors of the sea and a lost city are interesting... something we can all relate to, I think. And, on reading them again, the imagery actually reminds me of a poem by H. D. called 'Other Sea-cities'. I can't find it online, though... Adena, I also sometimes feel like I'm in Atlantis - isolate and undersea, in an utterly strange plce. But maybe the journey back can dredge up the greatest treasures and wisdom from that deep.
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Post by Adena on Oct 27, 2008 5:02:00 GMT
I agree that lyrically this is a very apt song. The metaphors of the sea and a lost city are interesting... something we can all relate to, I think. And, on reading them again, the imagery actually reminds me of a poem by H. D. called 'Other Sea-cities'. I can't find it online, though... Adena, I also sometimes feel like I'm in Atlantis - isolate and undersea, in an utterly strange plce. But maybe the journey back can dredge up the greatest treasures and wisdom from that deep. Following on from this, I would ask; is it right to wish for the darkest time of your life back? I always feel that the turning point of my life was my darkest period, and if I hadn't got into the boat, I wouldn't have sunk and ended up free in Atlantis. I would rather be chained on land than free, alone, underwater...
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