The Dive

When I broke my left wrist several years ago and was unable to play guitar for an extended time, my dear old friend Gethyn wandered over from the UK to brighten shattered spirits. I'm still grateful for his gesture of kindness.

He shared a song he was working on. Still a sketch — scribbled lyric sheets and feeling his way through the piano and vocals — I held a SM58 for him to sing into and recorded his performance..direct glimpse into the creative process. Listen with that spirit in mind.

I find this song absolutely gorgeous. What do you think?

THE DIVE MP3

hanging in the cold dark sea
everything I'll ever be
falls away

there's a thrill to the darkness
and a fear

am I flying 

here

am I still

holding 

my

breath

how do we know
how far to dive
treading water half way down
or headed into the black
a mouthful of air is all we have
is it enough
to get us back

there's a pressure
that's pushing me on
there's a pull from below
a weight within my soul
like a ballast
like an anchor
to where I hope I need to go

in the lances of sunlight
through the waves
I'm reaching out
I'm reaching down
and I won't know ‘til I've got there
what I've found

how do we know
how far to dive
treading water half way down
or headed into the black
one mouthful of air is all we have
but none of us
is ever going back