Swim or Die

Ever get really good advice and not seem to be able to take it -- even though you think it could maybe even save your life?

No, I'm not talking about quitting smoking. (OK, maybe I am; you have to decide for yourself.)

Sometimes you're just a deer in life's headlights, frozen, agonizingly in what should be a moment of indecision... and maybe it is just a moment but it seems to stretch on forever almost as though retelling your life in one of those "How did I get here?" flashbacks. Live or die. Love or hate. Go to work or sleep all day and lose your job.

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forget her eyes forget her voice
forget her soft caress
she's just some phoney made up girl
up inside your lonely head

forget the night that could have been
the time that never was
forget the dreams that turned to lies
then crumbled into dust


swim or die
it's understood
I know just what to do
swim or die
it sounds- so - good
if I could only move

the waters cold
the moon is pale
the lights sparkle on the pier
the musics faint & far away
the ocean's like a mirror

I see myself for what I am
it all becomes so clear
just a wave upon the sea
and this ocean's just a tear

swim or die
it's understood
I know just what to do
swim or die
it sounds- so - good
if I could only move

(C)1996, TK Major

An autobiographical note: the protagonist in this song is most assuredly not me. But it's his emotional paralysis that spoke for my matrix of moods as I was writing this song. Autobiography-wise, the smart ass a few songs back who sang "Sometimes at night I call your name / a thousand girls have told me so," is more up my alley. Pathetic as I understand mature people will think that. Talk about the footprint of pathology, huh? This footnote sez it all.