Under WaterI jumped and then I sank too deep.I do know how to hold my breathbut the surface is too far away.It happened on an August day.I should have drawn a deeper breath.I jumped and then I sank too deep.A cruise for tourists round the bay -a chance to sit and catch one's breath.But now the surface is too far away.The young crew with a sense of playanchored for us to swim, no less.But when I jumped I sank too deep.I will not exhale, will not inhale, I hold my breath, I hold my breath,though the surface is too far away.I break the surface. All is okay.I take a breath, I take a breath.And who has never sunk too deepa
Love and Science BluesI had love and I had science,I thought those would be enough.I had love and I had science,I thought those would be enough.Then the bottom fell outand push came to shove.They say love is never-ending,and they are telling it true.They say love is never-ending,and they are telling it true.But love can get so tiredit does not know what to do.Science always has an answer,or it says one can be found.Science always has an answer,or it says one can be found.But your world may go to piecesbefore they track it down.I got no plan, I got no program,and no comforter is near.I got no plan, I got no program,and no c
I am a silenceI am a silence, a small disturbance,a flatness in the field of voices.Voices rise like weeds and flowers,rise like chimneys, rise like towers.And there are voices high as hellfrom whom we hear that all is well -with some exceptions, we should know.These are the fault of those below.Weeds and flowers, for shame, for shame.So much wrong and you to blame.But I will not curse, I will not bless.I am a silence, a small disturbance.