{"id":67,"date":"2005-11-21T23:51:00","date_gmt":"2005-11-21T23:51:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=67"},"modified":"2015-10-15T17:06:06","modified_gmt":"2015-10-16T00:06:06","slug":"swim-or-die","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2005\/11\/21\/swim-or-die\/","title":{"rendered":"Swim or Die"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/images\/blogimages\/Swim_or_Die.jpg\" alt=\"Swim or Die\" align=\"left\" border=\"1\" hspace=\"6\" vspace=\"2\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 180%;\">E<\/span>ver get really good advice and not seem to be able to take it &#8212; even though you think it could maybe even save your life?<\/p>\n<p>No, I&#8217;m not talking about quitting smoking. (OK, maybe I am; you have to decide for yourself.)<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes you&#8217;re just a deer in life&#8217;s headlights, frozen, agonizingly in what should be a moment of indecision&#8230; and maybe it is just a moment but it seems to stretch on forever almost as though retelling your life in one of those &#8220;How did I get <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">here<\/span>?&#8221; flashbacks. Live or die. Love or hate. Go to work or sleep all day and lose your job.<\/p>\n<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-67-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Swim_or_Die\/AYoS_20051121_Swim_or_Die.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Swim_or_Die\/AYoS_20051121_Swim_or_Die.mp3\">http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Swim_or_Die\/AYoS_20051121_Swim_or_Die.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p><em><strong>Forget Her Eyes<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>forget her eyes forget her voice<br \/>\nforget her soft caress<br \/>\nshe&#8217;s just some phoney made up girl<br \/>\nup inside your lonely head<\/p>\n<p>forget the night that could have been<br \/>\nthe time that never was<br \/>\nforget the dreams that turned to lies<br \/>\nthen crumbled into dust<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">swim or die<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">it&#8217;s understood<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">I know just what to do<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">swim or die<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">it sounds- so &#8211; good<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">if I could only move<\/span><\/p>\n<p>the waters cold<br \/>\nthe moon is pale<br \/>\nthe lights sparkle on the pier<br \/>\nthe musics faint &amp; far away<br \/>\nthe ocean&#8217;s like a mirror<\/p>\n<p>I see myself for what I am<br \/>\nit all becomes so clear<br \/>\njust a wave upon the sea<br \/>\nand this ocean&#8217;s just a tear<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">swim or die<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">it&#8217;s understood<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">I know just what to do<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">swim or die<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">it sounds- so &#8211; good<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">if I could only move<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 78%;\">(C)1996, TK Major<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 100%;\">An autobiographical note: the protagonist in this song is most assuredly <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">not me.<\/span> But it&#8217;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 &#8220;Sometimes at night I call your name \/ a thousand girls have told me so,&#8221; 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.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ever get really good advice and not seem to be able to take it &#8212; even though you think it could maybe even save your life? No, I&#8217;m not talking about quitting smoking. (OK, maybe I am; you have to decide for yourself.) Sometimes you&#8217;re just a deer in life&#8217;s headlights, frozen, agonizingly in what [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,340],"tags":[712,381,711],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67"}],"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=67"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1554,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67\/revisions\/1554"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}