From the recording Bold Swimmer
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.