These are recordings made in my basement studio in Solin, Croatia, where I have lived for nearly 14 years. I've some help with some local friends, with bass, l
Water ‘neath the Bridge
Wouldn’t take no sage to see
That it’s floodin’ down there
And the current’s choked with flotsam
All of my days pass by
In a dark and muddy stream
Once considered so fondly
Purchased and loaded with such sympathy
But now I scorn them as they pass me by
In the water ‘neath the Bridge
Water ‘neath the Bridge
That forms an ocean
With no shoreline to be seen
And this span reaches the horizons
From east to west
Across this deep and wine-dark sea
Once a valley of badlands
A desert homestead where I passed my days
But now I search for it in vain
Through this water ‘neath the Bridge
These waters blushed* and growing scarlet
These waters cleansing from the depths to the crest
Yes, there’s power in the Headspring
That ain’t just water ‘neath the Bridge
Water ‘neath the Bridge
The flow is constant
And the source will never cease
And as I stand upon this Bridge
I’m daily casting off
The jetsam that would cling
I may not be a wise man
But I know I don’t deserve this place to stand
Yet I’m grateful just to stand here
Gazing at that water ‘neath the Bridge
*Originally this was “flushed,” but, when associated with water, there is an alternative meaning that I wasn’t going for. However, I also like the association “blush” with “scandal,” rather than “flush” and “exertion.” Thoughts?
