Bottom Of The Sea Blues

Johnny Flynn

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My age is my condition my love is my intent. I bathed time with ageless love or forget what came and went for a world full of content. Theres a space in the heavens theres a hole in my heart. Theres a lack of fine dining gone to work on my heart. Theres a plague for the fullness theres an empty retreat and the restaurant buffet isn?t all I can eat. My age is my condition my love is my intent. I bathed time with ageless love or forget what came and went for a world full of content. Onward to get up too quick to get down. Will love food and money do all the trade in this town? With eyes looking hollow and my bones are still white I haven?t the patience to stay out tonight My age is my condition my love is my intent. I bathed time with ageless love or forget what came and went for a world full of content. Stuck with thoughts of the buttercups and the bees they do know. They suck on the yellow as nature is told. I suck on the colors that I find in the sea the blues and the greens they don?t bother me. My age is my condition my love is my intent. I bathed time with ageless love or forget what came and went for a world full of content. Not 100% sure of this part feel free to correct me My soul is in the trees Its in the sap that fills the wood Its in the rings that tell the rain Its in the smoke that marks the day Its in the fire in my heart Its in the embers in the soot Its in the place I put the ashes Its in the soil it?s in the grass Its in the miles of all the herd Its in the beetles and the birds Its in the feathers that I found one morning lying on the ground Its hallelujah and oh Its where I?ve been and where I go Its in the people that I meet Its feeling silent at their feet Its having the need to something my pride It opens doors My age is my condition my love is my intent. I bathed time with ageless love or forget what came and went for a world full of content. Colors they don?t swallow me. Colors the night time set me free.

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La chanson évoque une réflexion sur le passage du temps, où l’amour éternel est présenté comme un antidote à l'angoisse de la vieillesse et des regrets. Le narrateur fait face à des sentiments de vide et de quête, se demandant si les plaisirs matériels suffisent à combler son cœur. Il trouve de la beauté dans la nature et s'interroge sur son existence, reliant son âme à la terre, aux arbres et à toutes les petites choses du quotidien. Le contexte de cette chanson semble être une introspection personnelle dans un monde moderne souvent superficiel. Le narrateur se débat avec ses pensées, cherchant un sens à la vie tout en se laissant porter par les couleurs et les sensations simples qui l’entourent. C’est un mélange de mélancolie et d’espoir, nous montrant que malgré les incertitudes, il existe toujours une beauté à apprécier.

Le Chansonnier