I wonder how much of my brain

Is devoted to remembering song lyrics?

Dude

Bruce Foxton man. One of the greatest bassists ever.

To a friend

Speaking of vibraphones, which we weren't, but have you checked out Dave Pike? Jesus Christ I sound like my dad. But really, Dave Pike

I have become my jazz-invasive father

In halos

And rolls and gold folds

Kerouac. Look it up, future Charlie.

In cold water

There are men high up there fishing
Haven't seen quite enough of the world
Ooh, I ain't seen a sign of my heroes
And I'm still diving down for pearls

Oh, let me flow into the ocean
Yeah, let me get back to the sea
Let me be stormy and let me be calm
Let the tide in and set me free

I'm flowing under bridges
Then flying through the sky
I'm traveling down cold metal
Just a tear in a baby's eye

Oh, let me flow into the ocean
Oh, let me get back to the sea
Oh, let me be stormy and let me be calm
Let the tide in and set me free, set me free

I am not the actor
This can't be the scene
But I am in the water
As far as I can see

Oh, I'm remembering distant memories
Recalling other names
Rippling over canyons
And boiling in the train

Oh, let me flow into the ocean
Let me get back to the sea
Let me be stormy and let me be calm
Let the tide in and set me free, set me free

Set me free, I wanna drown in cold water

Cracks between the paving stones

Like rivers of flowing veins

Taint no big thing

To wait for the Bell to ring

Taint no big thing

The toll of the Bell