Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rowboat, artist - Ron Thal. Album song Hermit, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 25.05.2017
Record label: Shrapnel, The Orchard
Song language: English
Rowboat |
| Sand and wind burns the back of my throat |
| I fell while standing on my rowboat |
| Salt water tightens on my skin coat |
| I drowned — my head smacked to the rowboat |
| I floated through the plains of sea — an old pork chop greeted me |
| It was thankful for the company of a dead man who once might have ate him |
| I miss my rowboat — left it on the shore 10 feet above me |
| I never noticed the chipped paint on the bottom |
| And now I get to see things from a different view |
| The sea did vandalize with natural shades of green |
| Under what circumstance would I ever have had the opportunity to find out? |
| True pond scum always rises to the top of the water |
| I, on the other hand, am false pond scum and remain below |
| I swim the seven liquid gallows |
| I’m furniture for budding tadpoles |
| Sock-sogged and waterlogged I slow-bloat |
| One with the bog — fate sailed my rowboat |
| I’d kiss you but my lips are feed for tuna getting back at me |
| I am the Ronald-Of-the-Sea in a swimsuit that no longer fits me |
| I’d love you but my brain is cheese — my body’s 59 degrees |
| And if I could I’d surely sneeze 'cause my nose is filled with red snapper |
| I’d hold you but my arms are weak — this whole thing won’t help my physique |
| And to my neighbors I’m a freak — they’re a fish hook, an old shoe and… (???) |
| I’d sing to you but I can’t make sounds — there are no more bubbles in my mouth |
| And when I said I would head South to retire I meant Florida |
| I’m running out of words to sing — this fading out is a good thing |
| La da di da da da da da… |