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Waves Upon the Sand

January 2023
Belfast, Maine

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Waves Upon the Sand MSTR
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Empty I begin again
There's nothing much to see
An ocean before morning
Waiting still and patiently

I am a haze on the horizon
I am air cooled into fog
The swirl of misty morning
The dew upon the log

And up into the stormclouds
I rise with angry heat
I'm just a tiny drop of water
I hit the cold, I turn to sleet

And here I go a rumbelo
On down into the stream
Tell me now is that a boulder
Or is it all a dream

Chorus
Around around
Around and round and round I go
I am a circle most of all as all the moments come and go
Well I think I'm going forward
And it turns out I surely am
But I'm also going backward
Just waves upon the sand, upon the sand

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I am a searching the horizon
But it's a solid soupy fog
The curl of mist adorning
The morning bark from out the dog

Empty I begin again
There's nothing much to see
But I'm the breath of crashing ocean
Just dashing to be free

Chorus
Around around
Around and round and round I go
Running circles most of all as all the moments come and go
Well I'm afraid I'm a going backward
And it turns out I surely am
But I'm also going forward
Just a wave upon the sand, upon the sand

Backstory:
Oh, the journeys that the ego takes us on.

Recording:
Recorded by Ethan Tischler in the tinyhouse, Hope, Maine