From the recording Count. Me. In.
This comes from an article by Hannah Beach about a real girl on a small island.
Tethered to a Rising Sea (from the article by Hannah Beech)
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Daniela dreams that the rising sea creeps through the slats of her bed.
Salty and black and ghostly cold. Her island of hope filled with dread.
Her Philippines Island is six feet tall. Water ankle deep fills the room.
It chews on the legs of her tables and chairs. Pulled by the cold-hearted moon.
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We are married to this Island life.
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We have everything that we need.
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We have our boats and we have the ocean.
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We are tethered to this rising sea. (2x)
By day she plays in the mangrove tree. Looks for boats out on the blue.
She tethers her doll and her favorite stool, So they don’t wash away from view.
She carries the rainwater back to her house, But she doesn’t breathe through her nose.
The mildew is strong and the sewers gone wrong. It will only get worse she knows.
Her school moved into the attic. Her teacher is not very tall.
It is dry and really quite cosy, But her father would have to crawl.
They were told to move to a place on a hill. And join the farmers there if they wished.
But the town said “we are fisherfolk, And so we will stay right here and fish.”
Chorus vamp “rising sea” D-F#m-G-A-D
Words and Music by David B. Hakan
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