Zeus Stranded / Harbour Song
                                   by Brina

I spotted you only once, remember
the shiny stuff from your eyes
spilled over the harbour
and the wind cut my words
with its lovely arctic sabre
it was cold on the brow
you said inside we proceed
and folded the plastic flower
over the counter sheet.

And all those people
don't know what they asked for
they dance so soundly now
in a pool of shallow water.
You sure had the moves right
but were gritty to the core.
They follow you now and on their knees.
But once they sink their secrets dead
will they ever leave?

And no I don't believe I've seen ya
before that late late night in April
when lands were still in making.
The shiny stuff from your eyes
revealed the chilling undertows.
Trickster on the crossing and a
nine fold way to go,
well (that was) my impression
the crowds just sang the songs.

But when the rhythm grows larger
and the rhythm grows larger
it breaks out like fever.

I spotted you only once, remember
your step filling up the harbour town.
The walking rope fell from your hand
that night you came afar.
And brittle noise came from sea, just about to drown.
Thunderstorm was my profession,
you looked like you could use a try -
so I fixed my lightspot straight above ya
like someone would a smile.

And all those people
they don't know what they bargained for
they may tap dance now,
but they'll be trapped forever.
So they shake off their sweat, their lustrous fear
and surrender to your pretty yearning
until they’re faces are all smeared
in the white paper of your novel
in the white room of this scene.

And when the rhythm grows larger
and the rhythm grows larger
it breaks out like fever.

I spotted you only once, remember
and although it seemed like years –
from the tacky throne you rise and fall
from paper cuts we learn to heal.
You still slit their hearts out every night
and dance around the Quay.
But thunderstorm is my profession
and this one is on me
this one is on me.

 

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