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The Seventh Sea
By Everett A Warren
May 4, 1989

Ethereal blackness, illuminations of the night...
Rise...
Shake a thousand years...
Asleep...
Awake once more.

Strange and eerie afterglow fades as thunder reaches fragile ears.
The night cascading black on black imagination strange visions,
Thunder claps, deafening ears, shake my head, try to shake this sleep
That has slowly crept in on me leaving me my mind...

Against a better judgement, I sound that all is well.
Tormented rigging echoes cries, wailing night winds fill empty sails.
Torrenting rain washes 'way doubts and blinds those who try to see,
Thundering waves crash salt spray hull groans in anger well kept.

Sea's stormy song fills the air,
Sorrow of the depths whispers...
I hear you calling me, I will not answer.
You'll not claim me now or forever.

She cries out for those who never returned,
Heart given out resting at the bottom of the sea.
Tears flow for you, resting at the bottom of the sea.

Crushing waves taunting, Siren sings a song, embrace the night,
"Embrace our love," she sings, "Come to me, you'll not be alone."
Push her from my mind, deep down inside knowledge lies,
Embrace barnacle rocks she lures you, shredded lives she feasts.

Leviathan, creature of the deep, rises from depths unknown,
Ancient Earth Goddess cries for her children's aid, Leviathan hears.
Rises from depths unknown, undetected, lightning lights night sky,
Lonely vessel caught in stormy seas sleeps unaware.

Sea's stormy song fills the air,
Sorrow of the depths whispers...
I hear you calling me, I will not answer.
You'll not claim me now or forever.

Sea's stormy song fills the air,
Sorrow of the depths whispers...
I hear you calling me, I will not answer.
You'll not claim me now or forever.

She cries out for those who never returned,
Heart given out resting at the bottom of the sea.
Tears flow for you, resting at the bottom of the sea.

Widow's tears fall sorrow pours like rain streaks windowpanes,
Waiting for a sign that her beloved is alive, eternal, watches day and night.
Heart given out resting at the bottom of the sea.
Tears flow for you, resting at the bottom of the sea.

Waves run and hide, diesel poisons, cold steel cuts the sea,
Whalers coming into port, polluted harbor parts reluctantly.
Young woman watches, beloved behind the wheel, she smiles,
Brushes hair from her face, stirred by a cold and chilling wind.

She turns to the door locked tight, looks to the windows closed,
Fear fills her heart, overwhelming sorrow fills the air.
Young woman's gaze turns to the sea, horizon oh so far away,
Ghost ship's sails filled with wind, ghost crew coming home at last.

Sea's stormy song fills the air,
Sorrow of the depths whispers...
I hear you calling me, I will not answer.
You'll not claim me now or forever.

Lonely frail skeleton, pressured, lost beneath brine,
Soul surrounded by seawater, body long since gone.
Timber gave way, hull lost, resting at the bottom of the sea.
I watched life sink to the bottom of the sea.

Sea's stormy song fills the air,
Sorrow of the depths whispers...
I hear you calling me, I will not answer.
You'll not claim me now or forever.

I'll rest here, lost at the bottom of the sea,
Forgotten...
Trapped beneath the seventh sea.

thoughts by the sea
by Everett A Warren
August 26, 1998

whispering    listening
murmuring sea-song    crashing upon rock
pull of ebb and flow    drifting, dreaming
silent it lies for a breath    still visual cacophony
gathering    swelling
rescinding    retreating
salt-spray    stinging
upon the shoreline watching    on waves thought speeding
falling    rising
mind-sailing    heart-feeling
sails billowing    with the dream

to the abyss breath is taken...
by Everett A Warren
June 19, 1994

cloven hooves of ivory-brine
white stallions surge

manes flying wildly cold salt-spray
riding allied with Wind and the Stars

array upon array flanks muscled rolling
under deepest blue-green byrnie

within depths from mysteries fathomless
arise Tsunami-Lords

foam-froth rearing immortal majesty
voices neighing vapourous rallying-call

Her children not calm in Her embrace
Earth-Mother trembles

crashing thunderous strong upon sand and stone
foundations trampled under flailing hooves

proud castle-rock carven 'neath ceaseless grace
immovable Mountain-King bows low

tide-borne warriors mighty storm-cloud sons
yielding to none save Lord-master the Moon

{ to the abyss
breath is taken
stand witness I
to the grandeur
of the waves }

Not only that, but I figure we now have beachfront property, so I suppose global warming happened.

For some odd reason, despite being many bazillions of miles¹ from the nearest ocean, it smells like we should be hearing the surf. A salty sea breeze is knocking down our trees, or something like that.

Rachel asked if the ozone had a big ol' hole in it (because for a minute I thought it almost smelled ozone-y), and thus a new song was born - There's a Hole in the Ozone the Sky is Leaking Out - which I will honor with a post of its very own.

It's probably not worthy of such a treatment, but hey, why not?

~ ~ ~

¹: More accurately, 100 or so, but that puts us in Perth Amboy, NJ and I'm not sure that quite counts.

Current Mood: amused

Gary Stroutsos - Pacific Moon

This is, for the most part, background music, but I say that in a good way. Relaxing flute music, with percussion, keyboards, koto, and - not as prominent as on some similar recordings - ocean sounds.

I suppose I should be disappointed that the oceanic bits are minimal, as I picked this up as a souvenir of my visit to Mystic Seaport and Mystic Aquarium and the presence of the waves is what coaxed me to even consider this recording. You see, I used to collect forest sound recordings because I lived in the city, near the ocean. Now that I live in the forest, I'm good with those sounds, and I need to supply the oceanic thing.

Unfortunately, I'm simply not disappointed. Gary's a flute player - and a very good one - so that's what you get the most of here. Although the Pacific of the title is further clarified on liner notes as referring to the northwest coast of the United States, much of the soundscape has heritage in the other side of the Pacific rim. A notable exception to this is Nights of Quiet Stars, which has more of a Mediterranean or Middle Eastern influence.

Current Mood: accomplished

Harbourmaster
By Everett A Warren
December 25, 1991

Upon the restless bay
A buoy is slowly chanting
In solemn timbre;
Churning waves amongst the wharves
Splash and sing
Between the pilings;
And above it all
Are the gulls
Screaming in victory
As they rise from the sea --
Amidst this symphony
Can be heard
The creaking of old bones
And an old rocking chair.

He is there every day
Rocking to and fro
And listening to the sea
As the sun climbs
From her night-time
Ocean resting place;
Waves of illumination
Descend and glimmer
On the wharves;
The warm beams
Dry a tear
On the face of an old man
In his old rocking chair.

And he speaks
In a time-worn voice
Of a time
When seas were blue
And ships were tall
And the World
Remained untamed;
And we listen
To his voice
As the horn
On the point
Echoes in the fog;
But he only hears
The sailing ships of old
As he speaks to us,
Rocking to and fro
In his old rocking chair.

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