Seafarers from Blossom by Sean P Connaughty

Can you hear me breathing?
Can you feel my stare?
And can you hear the keening of everything out there?

The rabbits have hidden in their holes
And all the lemmings gone off the cliff
And all the buffalo have been eaten
As have all the the fish

The seafarers are scolding the landlubbers today
Because of the way they navigate
And because of the way we made our way
Up the trail

This paradigm is broken
There are no trails at sea
And everything is washed clean in the moment
And disappears to another state

It’s always shifting
It's mutable
It’s beautiful

And all the lonely cowboys are on their way
And all those cowgirls have gone away
Singing “doo wah ditty dah dah dee dee ay!”

Their place is with someone else
and our place is here
our place with the angels is assured
they’ve written it down in triplicate
To assure us of a place and of our fate

With their Iron hands and bronze beaks
We’ve got gasoline to get us by
Your dusty blanket is hidden in the bushes
And I might scrape up a few bucks if I call on a friend
And I might hitch a ride out to your way
On a golden chariot

But the streets are dirty and they don’t mean no man no good
And they keep bringing me back for another round
singing “doo wah ditty dah dah dee dee ay!”

• Free Verse
• Rock
• improvisation
• krautrock
• psychedelic
• shoegaze
• Minneapolis