Jacinta Whitcome: Music |

Over the Moon

(Jacinta Whitcome)

November 11, 2006

By Jacinta Whitcome

Recorded by Nathan Harpst at Slim Studios

Over the Moon
2006
By Jacinta Whitome

Row, row, row, row your boat
Gently down the sea
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream

You are a simple fallen leaf
Afloat the flux of this dream
You have somewhere to go it would seem
No need to try and to or be

Just row, row, row, row your boat ://

Creation is laying her sweet, feathered brow
Upon times mirroring screen
So, as stone surrenders to the sea
Let salt and water chisel and smooth your being

Chorus:
Over the moon
And 1000 leagues into the ocean
To grandmother’s house we fly
Over the moon
Somewhere in the ocean
Sitting just behind our eyes
Is home

(Spoken word/ rhymin’)
I’m tired of rubbing my eyes
Stepping out to say this is what I spy
So this is what it feels like to really be alive
I could just sit here and wait, without this need to deny

But wait for what?
This is always such a disputable question
The truth is just a quest
Inspired by suggestion
Before you know it you’ll be living by “self-testing”
Ever-antagonizing, never realizing, ever-questing

Your living in a moment, satori.
Everything you dream played out with no story-
Line meant only to keep time
Rhythm created to enfold the rhyme
So this is living, an escalated temperance, forgiving
No trust without silence, silence without believing
As if your birth-right is written on your palm and you’re grieving
You sat there waiting
While millions die, you’re living a lie
What about the energy within the space you deny
Just don’t forget
Wrought are the memories upon which shape your existence
You’ll never quell the distress by injecting belligerence
//: And row, row, row, row, row, row your boat
You’ve got one ore in your hand ://

Chorus:
Over the moon
1000 leagues into the ocean
To grandmother’s house we fly
Over the moon
Somewhere in vast blue sea
In the crystal cave behind our eyes
Is home