Receding
During my time on Cuttyhunk, I found myself questioning our purpose over and over. I knew the answer, but it was so easy to forget. With my constant search for meaning, an image stuck in my mind: pebbles and waves in the fog, serene, disrupted by the rusty, bright-yellow grid of a lobster trap. I made this song to capture how that felt: calming, jarring, faith-eroding, comforting. The pictures on this page inspired the sonic landscape.
For a short video of how I recorded some of the waves, please follow the link below:
https://youtube.com/shorts/wueC1FhNFtU
Lyrics
[Intro – Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
I want you to listen
You’re writing on the wall
The thing that makes you human
Is the thing that makes you fall
A brush without its bristles
A deck without its cards
Everything’s so fickle
Here between the stars
[Chorus]
Maybe there’s a meaning
Far away
Receding
Maybe there’s a meaning
Far away
At the bottom
[Verse 2]
Hear it
Do you hear it calling?
Mistaken
For something that you wanted
Yellow
Tarnish by the rust
A grid
In time, in space, to dust
[Chorus]
Maybe there’s a meaning
Far away
Receding
Maybe there’s a meaning
Far away
At the bottom
[Refrain]
Maybe there’s a meaning
Far away
Receding
Far away
Far away
Look away
Bottom of your mind
Bottom of your mind