The Black Atlantic

Journey Across the Black Atlantic: A Soul's Odyssey in Melody
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Lyrics

The last thing I remember

The speaker recalls the last memory before a certain incident.

Before they brought me in

Being taken or brought somewhere, possibly against their will.

Was whispering through trembling lips

Whispering a message through lips that are trembling, indicating fear or anxiety.

"Take a message to my kin"

Asking to convey a message to their family or relatives.


After that the only

Only memory after the incident is tracing a faded photograph with fingertips.

Recollection I have

Recollection is limited, emphasizing the impact of the experience.

Is tracing with my fingertips

The act of touching a worn-out photograph.

A faded photograph

Describing the photograph as faded, suggesting the passage of time.


I was out on the Black Atlantic

Reference to being on the Black Atlantic, possibly a ship's journey.

Clinging to the mast

Holding onto the mast, a crucial part of a ship.

(Sails tattered on the mast)

Mention of damaged sails, indicating a challenging situation.

Praying on the windswept deck

Praying on the deck for the ship's durability.

That this ship is built to last

Hoping the ship will endure the challenges it faces.

Calling, Crying, Shouting out your name

Calling, crying, and shouting out a name, expressing desperation.


They say that once you've been there

Claiming that one is forever changed after experiencing a particular place or event.

You are never quite the same

Implying a profound impact on the speaker's identity.

My nerves are shot to pieces

Nerves are shattered, indicating emotional distress.

I've been waiting here in vain

Waiting in vain, suggesting unfulfilled expectations or longing.


A ghost got in the looking glass

A ghostly reflection in the looking glass, a metaphor for self-discovery.

Who is that I see?

Recognition of oneself as a lost soul.

A shock of recognition

A moment of realization or shock when seeing oneself.

That poor lost soul is me

Identifying with the image of a poor lost soul.


Since that night out on the sea

Life after the sea incident; no tangible reminders, only memories.

No keepsakes do I have

No physical mementos, highlighting the intangible nature of memories.

Just the thought, the dream of you

Thoughts and dreams of a specific person (you).

And a salt-stained photograph

Retaining a photograph marked by the sea's influence.


Now I walk these paper streets

Navigating metaphorical paper streets, suggesting a fragile or uncertain path.

And all the buildings sway

Buildings swaying metaphorically, indicating instability.

The tides that shift beneath my feet

Tides shifting beneath feet, symbolizing unpredictable circumstances.

Are going to carry me away

Acknowledging the inevitable journey away caused by shifting tides.

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