Just Plain Dead (Closing)
from Lillian: A Folk Opera by Ben Lear
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lyrics
As I look out on this place,
The sun dries tears from the ocean.
There’s nothing floating on the surface.
It’s all swirling underneath.
My hands are cupped in the water.
A speck of plastic swims within them,
Though it’s no bigger than a grape skin.
It will never disappear.
I could keep searching but its just becoming clear,
All that I need was never here.
The waves were telling me by crashing overhead,
Things here aren’t lost, they’re just plain dead.
I look to David in the distance.
His throws his anchor to the seafloor.
The plastic falls right through my fingers
To join again the endless tide.
I could keep searching but its just becoming clear,
All I wanted to discover was never here.
The waves were telling me by crashing overhead,
Things here aren’t lost, they’re just plain dead.
You didn’t need to search the ocean to find your bed.
The sun dries tears from the ocean.
There’s nothing floating on the surface.
It’s all swirling underneath.
My hands are cupped in the water.
A speck of plastic swims within them,
Though it’s no bigger than a grape skin.
It will never disappear.
I could keep searching but its just becoming clear,
All that I need was never here.
The waves were telling me by crashing overhead,
Things here aren’t lost, they’re just plain dead.
I look to David in the distance.
His throws his anchor to the seafloor.
The plastic falls right through my fingers
To join again the endless tide.
I could keep searching but its just becoming clear,
All I wanted to discover was never here.
The waves were telling me by crashing overhead,
Things here aren’t lost, they’re just plain dead.
You didn’t need to search the ocean to find your bed.
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Lillian: A Folk Opera,
released 14 June 2011
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BEN LEAR is a Brooklyn based composer and songwriter. His debut album, Lillian, "an edgy, experimental folk opera blending
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acoustic guitar songs with percussive chamber and orchestral music" (Los Angeles Times), was released in June of last year.
His live show, which often contains orchestra and light sculptures, has been called "an epic blend of Arcade Fire, Feist and a Muppet show" (The Awl).
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