Wednesday, September 7, 2016

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.



© 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

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