Bury Me Please in the Puget Sound
Eternal Rest: Burying Desires in Puget's Embrace
Lyrics
Bury me please in the Puget Sound
Bury me in the Puget Sound as a final resting place
There'll be waves as shackles a'holdin' me down
Anticipating waves as symbolic restraints holding the speaker down
There'll be no struggle nor shameful whisper of doubt
Expressing a desire for a peaceful end without struggle or doubt
Just bury me please in the Sound
Reiteration of the plea to be buried in the Puget Sound
Let me down peacefully on the rocks
Desire to be gently laid down on rocks by the water
Let the tide roll over and carry my thoughts
Imagining the tide carrying away the speaker's thoughts
Hundreds of miles between me and any other dock
Emphasizing the isolation with hundreds of miles from any other dock
So let me down please on the rocks
Repetition of the request to be placed on rocks
I never learned how to write you the way that I wanted
Admitting a lack of ability to express feelings adequately
Your ending was one I had not foreseen
Reflecting on an unexpected and unforeseen ending
Feeding the hope when you know it's what you don't need
Acknowledging the difficulty of letting go of false hope
So I'll sit alone and wait for the sea
Waiting alone for the sea to bring closure
To bury me
Reiteration of the desire to be buried by the sea
Follow me please to where summers lay
Inviting someone to follow to a place where summers linger
Where the waves stay steady and crash through the day
Describing a serene location with constant crashing waves
Life with no clock is a life that keeps you at bay
Reflecting on a life without constraints, represented by a clock
So follow me where summers lay
Encouraging others to join in the pursuit of a peaceful place
I never learned how to paint you the way that I wanted
Expressing difficulty in capturing the essence of someone through art
Your colors seeped into the trees
Noting the permeation of the person's colors into the surroundings
My canvas, blank, conveniently left you in August
Describing a blank canvas and leaving the person behind in August
So I'll sit alone and wait for the sea
Waiting for the sea again as a metaphorical closure
To bury me
Reiteration of the speaker's readiness for the sea to be their final resting place
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