I did the dead mans float
From Spain into Morocco
It was an accident I swear
I didn’t know where I would go
Closed my eyes
Held my breath
Laid back in the saltwater
That’s when I drifted across the Strait go Gibraltar
Walking through the city feeling like an island of me
So why not be the real thing and be an island in the sea?
I’m afraid of unknown depths and open water
Where the unknown sea creatures lurk at
I’ll just lie to my mind and tell myself I’m flying
These fears will subside by the time I reach Tangier
Whilst floating the water I am not in need of current news
And for my passport and visa they are as good as fish food
Don’t pass me your lifesaver, I am not in danger
If you need my identification you can wait til I’m done with my meditation
Little do they know
That I’m all alone
I need not shoot a flare
Cause I wanna be here
London-based harp player and composer Alina Bzhezhinska pays homage to some of jazz, funk, and hip-hop’s greatest innovators. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 6, 2022