Mikill Pane - Learning To Swim

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With a big splash he was hurled in at the deep end,
before he knew what happened the pool floor turned into a sea bed.
A thousand life jackets on the surface, could he reach them?
If he couldn’t he would never breath again.
He had to empty all his pockets, he had to be a bit lighter,
the struggle to the top was gonna be a big fight but
if he wasn’t dragged to his death by material things
he stood a better chance and really could win
so with that he took his wallet, his keys and his jewellery
and let them sink thinking «fuck me, what a fool I’ve been, none of you have
helped me since I fell into the water and only now I’ve learnt, I couldn’t tell
it when I bought ya»
It’s what’s inside that turns the ordinary to survivours.
Soldiers never go to war wearing designer ware,
so it’s either throw away the dog clobber or be the best dressed down in davie
jones locker.
Tonight
We’re standing on the brink.
You start to feel when you can’t think.
You learn to rise when others sink.
And we’re starting to learn how to swim.
He was still under there, in his underware.
He badly needed to come up for air
but as he swam up, with nothing on except the bare-essentials,
the lack of oxygen to his brain must’ve sent him nearly mental
cause everytime he scogged the abys,
he swore he saw a different fucking mermaid blowing him a kiss.
He closed his eyes and tried to focus on rising
but opened 'em, one of the hoes swam beside him and spoke to him
but wasn’t vocal or miming, she opened his mind and coaxed him inside.
«If you go down and get me everything you chucked away, I swear babes,
today’ll be your lucky day»
She kissed him, breathed life into his lungs,
now he kind of owed her so he dived for the junk
but he dashed cause he tought she was giving him a heart
but she’d tricked him, now the mug was swimming with the sharks.
Tonight
We’re standing on the brink.
You start to feel when you can’t think.
You learn to rise when others sink.
And we’re starting to learn how to swim.
We’re standing on the brink.
You start to feel when you can’t think.
You learn to rise when others sink.
It means we’re starting to learn how to swim.
Now he was covered in teeth marks from that biting son of a bitch,
that must have been the hungriest fish that he’d ever come across,
but our hero hadn’t lost; he’d won with no weapons
he had done it with his fists.
He wanted his revenge on the mermaid,
she had set him up after all so it was only right the girl paid.
But then he thought forget her and kicked for his life, it isn’t over yet
so I’ve got bigger fish to fry.
Can’t leave life alone the world needs me,
he rose and rose it soon began to feel easy,
he poked his head through and gasped for air in the sea breeze
he felt so relaxed now, must’ve been the sea-weed.
He grabbed a life jacket to keep himself afloat
and he swam to the horizon, not seeking any boat, no
a different idea crossed his mind alltogether;
he’d go and live on his own desert island foverever
Tonight
We’re standing on the brink.
You start to feel when you can’t think.
You learn to rise when others sink.
And we’re starting to learn how to swim.
We’re standing on the brink.
You start to feel when you can’t think.
You learn to rise when others sink.
It means we’re starting to learn how to swim.