Week 17: Delivered alone

I started this tune while hanging out in Pretoria during our tour a few weeks ago. I found the chords and melody and then got a bit stuck for words. I finally sat down one evening and just let the words roll out without thinking too hard about it. I was trying not to be too fussy about the meaning and to concern myself more with how the words sounded. I have no idea what “caught you in the Everglades dreaming of the end of the sun” is supposed to mean, but it sounded good and it conjured up images of dinosaurs and the immensity of time in my mind, so I went with it. Remember that little guy from my song “Blinking and Breathing”? Well, he seems to have spoken up again in the chorus here, bless him. Hope you like it.

      Delivered Alone - Simon Van Gend

17 Delivered alone


I chase away the shapes I’m afraid to know
And I hide the innerscapes of the space I’m afraid to show
And when I’m alone I bemoan the tone of the wind that whistles in me
I settle down deep in the hollow sleep and long for a little relief
From the darkness I see

I keep my ears wide open for the sound of your love
Please won’t you free me of the need to be dreaming you up
Fade me back in to the shimmery world pull me up out of the sea
Lay me down softly in an open field and pull my scattery dreams back from the clouds into me

I was delivered alone to the breast
And for a little bit there I found some rest
And I was livid in waves of distress when my needs were assessed to be wrong
And through the testing I learned to be strong
And I adjusted my self and my heart to belong
But all through the hurting I never could silence the sound of my song
There’s an untamed voice in the deep that’s calling me on
Telling me I’m a fool to be cool in the crowd where I’ll never belong
And it wakes me crying in my sleep and pulls me back to the deep
Where I go diving in seas of emotion for love that is gone

I caught you in the Everglades dreaming of the end of the sun
The seed of the vision is buried in everyone
Digging for water at the end of the world
After all the crying is done
Take me back up the slippery track
Back to the time before all my love came undone


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