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letra de the salty sardine - tb project

clad in brass, vision focused
eyes dart left and right
lantern fl!ckers like a star
and turns dark into light

wading through the depths
to find the remnants of my past
dark blue fog surrounding me
i don’t know how long i will last

air in good supply
peering out both sides
catching creatures out the corners of my bloodshot eyes

search becomes a strain
lost in my domain
scanning through the deep to score the gravy train

through the dim haze, a figure slowly fades into my vision
what in the world could it be?
ever closer, ever looming. framework soon becomes apparent
i know now exactly what i see

algae covered hull
chipping it away
i’m revitalized!
renewed caliber
it’s finally revealed
long worn hidden finish says it all!

there is only one thing that i don’t understand
and all i can do is wonder
how did my father know that his ship was to sink… here?

salty!
one step closer to reliving my lost past
sardine!
one step closer to realize legends amassed
salty!
my long quest has finally come to a close
sardine!
at long last, the past shall be completely known

inspecting my lineage
looking for a way in
diving further
infiltrate through a big hole
wonder how it got there?
i have no clue
burning lights fill up the room
fragments of a lost age
it’s a d-mn mess
drifting through a missing scene
looking for importance
left by my dad
scanning through the empty rooms
nothing really of note
must keep looking
i happen upon a chest
gilded thick in fine gold
mystic symbols

(this is it
an end to all the confusion
as the latches cl!ck open, a blinding aura illuminates the bridge
the memories come flooding back in bulk
the dim sky is masked by his solemn smile
a pat on the head, a hug, and his parting words
“don’t worry. i’ll be back one day
take care of yourself until then and cherish all i have given you. you’ll be fine”
a question of priority within that moment, but still a heart felt goodbye passes my lips
the tears moisten my sleeves as i wipe away the despair
he told me he’d return
but he lost his way for this beautiful instrument
i only wish he was still alive
not only out of longing and absent love
not only to make up missing days on the sundrenched seas
not only to end this eternal loneliness
but to simply interrogate
i wish to ask him
was this worth dying for?
what did he care for more?
me or this treasure?)
i marvel at the object inside
setting forth a golden glow from within

i feel a surge go straight through me
heart pounds through
eyes treasure what they see
and i feel a presence
a ghost
“please turn around”

- tb project

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