Swimming In Mud

A couple of levels of meaning here - the obvious is that it's about Sydney. I lived there for a long while, and although we have some family and some very old friends there still, it is no longer a place where I am happy. Cities have just become too hard for me. You can figure out the big and small alternative interpretations for your selves :) 

Just me and Levi the drummer this time.

Swimming In Mud

© 2016 Neil Porter

It’s big and it’s dirty

Like a river in flood 

Just like driving in traffic

It’s like swimming in mud

I was drowning in quicksand

I was going down slow

I’ve been swimming upstream

With nowhere to go

I was simmering slowly

Not quite boiling my blood 

I stopped taking the tablets

I came down with a thud

Drowning in quicksand

I was going down slow

I’ve been swimming upstream

With nowhere to go

Chorus:

Not going back to Sydney anymore

Don’t want to visit places where I used to go before

I can do without the harbour and the locks upon my door

Ain’t going back to Sydney 

Anymore

SOLO

I’ve been burning my bridges

I’m not easily led

While my heart keeps on beating

Then you’ll know I’m not dead

I was drowning in quicksand

I was going down slow

I was swimming upstream

With nowhere to go

There’s no train at the station

There’s no room at the inn

You can lose yourself

In the city of sin

If I’m drowning in quicksand

I’ll be going down slow

I’ve been swimming upstream

With nowhere to go