Rolling Sea

oh my love 

how i have choked on things not said

lying stone-faced and silent

next to you in bed

oh i believe i am 

the rolling sea

and you are a sailor

you are a sailor

keep your wits about you if you wanna sail me

keep your wits about you if you wanna sail me

 

i will be your rolling sea

i will take you fathoms deep

i will put away my dreams

just to be your rolling sea

 

today i sat and watched the clouds

thinking grey thoughts

with the taste of salt and copper in my mouth

and you were nowhere to be found

you better start to swim, boy

or you're gonna drown

you better start kicking

or you're gonna drown

Metaphors about the ocean: a songwriter's rite of passage

This song has 3 seeds...

1. Once upon a time, I was not good at talking through my angry feelings with my spouse. Instead of saying, "hey that thing you did made me feel in this way," I would do what we now call Angry Sleeping. I would make myself as curled up and tense as possible, and somehow maintain this throughout eight hours of sleep. How? Possibly feminine mystique but also possibly juvenile obstinacy. It wasn't a very effective way to work through issues, so it has since been retired in favour of Me Saying Things Reasonably, which is currently serving us well. The first two lines of this song are taken from a sketchbook I kept during the era of Angry Sleeping. The rest of the song doesn't really have anything to do with it. 

2. In 2013, I took a trip to Halifax with Via Rail's Musicians on Board program. If you haven't heard of it, it's a fantastic program that helps Canadian talent travel around the country in a classy way without breaking the bank. I highly recommend it, I had a wonderful time! While I was there, the phrase "rolling sea" came into my head. I'm not entirely sure why, but in it went and it stayed there, incubating, until it was time to write this song. The rest of the lyrical content is really just 1. and 2. fleshed out.

3. Beethoven! I can't tell you exactly what the mechanism was, but the 2nd movement of Beethoven's 4th piano sonata made me write the piano part. 

This is one of those songs that gradually weaved itself together over several years. Some of my best work, I think. 

© 2016 by Zoë Robertson. Photography by Robert Zbikowski and Vincent Fugere. Proudly created with Wix.com

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