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  1. Bold Swimmer

From the album Bold Swimmer

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Bold Swimmer comes from Walt Whitmans' "Song of Myself" Part 46.

Lyrics

Now the hungry ghosts are waiting

at my table for a feast.

They like the way my visions taste.

My dreams are oh so sweet.

But we must walk like giants.

We must take the stand.

I will be a bold swimmer

reaching for the promiseland.

I drove across this country

sleeping at the wheel.

Searching for a better map

and mysteries revealed.

And the wind blew down the canyons.

The sermons never ceased.

I must be my own salvation.

I must be my only priest.

Times may change

and traitors reign.

Their stories always

stay the same.

The blood that’s spilt

is never quite their fault.

And when we see the damage done,

the friendships lost, the smoking guns

Will we just turn away?

Will we just turn away?

I was standing at the crossroads.

I was there to make a deal.

The offer was most generous

All sleek and cold as steel

But I burned down my ambition.

I turned on my own greed.

I have everything I want here.

I have everything I need.

Now my love and I are waiting

at the table for a feast.

I like the way my visions taste.

My dreams are oh so sweet.

And we will walk like giants.

We will take a stand.

I will be a bold swimmer

reaching for the promiseland.

I will be a bold swimmer

reaching for the promiseland.

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