Low Tide
Low Tide Reverie: Navigating Life's Undertow and Ghostly Echoes
Lyrics
The harbour lights bend in the swash
The lights in the harbor are distorted by the swash (waves).
I’m not really scared here at a’
The speaker expresses lack of fear in their current situation.
It’s not what you think,
Contrary to appearances, the situation is different from what one might assume.
when you’re down in the drink,
Being submerged in water is not what it seems.
Not at a’
Reiteration that the context is not a holiday setting.
Holidaymakers in flocks,
Visitors come for leisure activities like golf, bingo, and music.
Come for pitch-and-put, bingo and rock
No one with a connection to the speaker is present at the pier.
Wi nane o’ them here, this end o’ the pier,
The speaker will leave (I'll awa) this place.
I’ll awa
Empty row.
The white horses dance ‘round,
Descriptive imagery of waves resembling white horses.
Ghosts tread in my wake, sound the church bells,
The speaker feels the presence of ghosts in their past.
I’ll bid you adieu
Farewell is bid by the speaker.
With each breath I know I’m one stride off of full-time
The speaker acknowledges being close to a significant life change.
On low tide I’ll drift back to you
During low tide, the speaker will metaphorically return to someone.
I imagined me here in this place
The speaker envisions themselves in this place.
Made peace, ‘til I summoned your face
Peace was made until memories of a person resurface.
After the jump, you arrived with a thump
After a metaphorical leap or change, the person in question appears.
Jubilee
Jubilee could symbolize a celebration or a significant event.
Feel the undertow chain me
The speaker feels restrained by an undertow (a strong underwater current).
The current might claim me why fight?
Resistance against the current is questioned.
But the truth of the matter
Uncertainty about what follows after a metaphorical light.
I don’t know what comes after the light
The speaker is unsure about the future.
The white horses dance ‘round,
Repetition of the image of white horses dancing in the waves.
Ghosts tread in my wake, sound the church bells,
Ghosts from the past linger as the speaker bids farewell.
I’ll bid you adieu
Another farewell, emphasizing the imminent departure.
With each wave I know I’m one stride off of full-time
With each wave, the speaker feels they are getting closer to a major life change.
On low tide I’ll drift back to you
During low tide, the speaker expects to return to a significant person.
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