{"id":385,"date":"2008-05-02T05:26:00","date_gmt":"2008-05-02T12:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=385"},"modified":"2015-10-29T15:59:09","modified_gmt":"2015-10-29T22:59:09","slug":"the-waters-cold-the-moon-is-pale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2008\/05\/02\/the-waters-cold-the-moon-is-pale\/","title":{"rendered":"The water’s cold, the moon is pale…"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Forget<\/p>\n

T<\/span>here had been a lot of women. At least by the standards of happy, well-adjusted people. That’s how he figured it these days.<\/p>\n

But for a long time, he’d been proud on some level he knew to be infantile, silly, superficial, tawdry…<\/span> but proud, nonetheless.<\/p>\n

\n
\n

Forget Her Eyes<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n\n

previous versions<\/i>
\nMonday, November 21, 2005<\/a>
\nTuesday, March 14, 2006<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

He’d lost track but one day an old pal challenged him to count them up.<\/p>\n

There were more than he remembered, and he felt a secret thrill as he tallied them up… but as the scribbled list grew, there were more and more question marks for last names, and more than a few forgotten first names, as well.<\/p>\n

And as the list grew, so too did his increasing sense that there was something ultimately pathetic about the list. There were a lot of flings, of course, a handful of one night stands, a little cheatin’, a little slippin’ around…
\nBut there were some relationships he really tried at…<\/span> or at least that’s what he’d told himself at the time. But every time a love affair or relationship<\/span> went down in flames, he consoled himself with the promise of adventure and new romance.<\/p>\n

And after a while he began to wonder if maybe it wasn’t just<\/span> adventure and romance that he was seeking. Maybe the hard work of building a relationship — as more than a couple of girls had phrased it — maybe that was just too much work<\/span>.<\/p>\n

Adventure, romance, sex… that was the easy part.<\/span>..<\/p>\n

previous versions<\/i>
\nMonday, November 21, 2005<\/a>
\nTuesday, March 14, 2006<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

lyrics<\/span><\/span>
\nForget Her Eyes<\/i><\/b><\/span>
\n[aka<\/span> Swim or Die<\/span>] <\/span><\/p>\n

forget her eyes forget her voice
\nforget her soft caress
\nshe’s just some phony made up girl
\nup inside your lonely head<\/p>\n

forget the night that could have been
\nthe time that never was
\nforget the dreams that turned to lies
\nthen crumbled into dust<\/p>\n

swim or die<\/span>
\nit’s understood<\/span>
\nI know just what to do<\/span>
\nswim or die<\/span>
\nit sounds- so – good<\/span>
\nif I could only move<\/span><\/p>\n

the waters cold
\nthe moon is pale
\nthe lights sparkle on the pier
\nthe musics faint & far away
\nthe ocean’s like a mirror<\/p>\n

I see myself for what I am
\nit all becomes so clear
\njust a wave upon the sea
\nand this ocean’s just a tear<\/p>\n

swim or die<\/span>
\nit’s understood<\/span>
\nI know just what to do<\/span>
\nswim or die<\/span>
\nit sounds- so – good<\/span>
\nif I could only move<\/span><\/p>\n

(C)1996, 2008, TK Major<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There had been a lot of women. At least by the standards of happy, well-adjusted people. That’s how he figured it these days. But for a long time, he’d been proud on some level he knew to be infantile, silly, superficial, tawdry… but proud, nonetheless. Forget Her Eyes http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/TkMajor_SwimOrDie_ay0s_2008-05-01\/2008-05-01_AYoS_Swim_or_Die.mp3 previous versions Monday, November 21, 2005 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,27],"tags":[712,381,730,545,672,711],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/385"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=385"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/385\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1618,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/385\/revisions\/1618"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=385"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=385"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=385"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}