Seabird

Sea Bird     

Words and Music by Clair Anna Rose Stoeckley 

He comes by round sunset, high tide, he don’t forget.

He’s just my seabird,

I only give him my breadcrumbs,

he’s just my seabird, that’s all.

Watch him fly high on grey wings. See him dive, searching for things.

He’s just my seabird,

I only give him by breadcrumbs,

he’s just my seabird that’s all.

Oceanside, beachcombing, he matches my stride, never roaming.

Yeah, that’s my seabird,

 I’d know his feathers,

just by the way they fall.

I’m in love with the wind under his body lifting him.

Yea, that’s my seabird,

flying away,

but he’ll be back tomorrow. 

It's not really about a bird. Though there was a seagull once who was hanging around watching me eat my sandwich in Long Beach. He was scruffy and with his company the song just came there, the Queen Mary in sight. Enjoying the solitude of being beside something so blue and vast as sky and sea. I think I've always been in awe of everything that makes me feel minuscule. 

The ocean has a way of making my heart  open wide and out poured every bit of longing. This song immortalizes, in a way, the feeling of impossibility for a love that will never be fully harnessed (not that it should be.) A love that makes you feel like no matter how much you get there would never be enough of it, and that's what makes it beautiful, the insatiability of  a love that could not be fulfilled in during one lifespan alone.  There's always more love, it comes from a bottomless source. 

Showing My Thanks

I wanted to show my gratitude for all the songs that have found their way through me as a vessel, because that's really all I am. When I'm inspired to write a song, there's nothing I did to initiate it, except perhaps being receptive to it. There's no stopping a song when it's on the way. I've never successfully tried to write a song. The songs that I've captured and penned were never labored over, they just came pouring into me.

I've decided to do a song blog, because I hope by honoring these songs that have come to me, more will come. It's also an archive for anyone who wants to hear these songs. I know how to put videos on here (so easy, I'm not sure when this happened, but every day, more and more, I am convinced that I am living in the future!) Maybe I can even put songs up as MP3s for listening. I have many recordings of my songs... and some are ROUGH, but underneath the roughness is usually a little bit of awesomeness and that's why I hung onto it.

This may also be a space where I journal about the songs, where I think they came from. Many of my songs were premonitions, and while I wasn't sure where they were coming from at the time they came true later. Many are autobiographical, some are imagined, some are ways I held onto those fleeting perfect moments in time, and I knew as long as I knew the song, I would never forget the memory tied to it.

So, for those who want it, this is for you. All lyrics and music by Clair Anna Rose Stoeckley (unless otherwise noted.)

Share it, sing it, pass it on. Give credit. Who am I to cling to the gifts that came to me in song? If I don't share them, what are they here on earth for?

Love,
Clair Anna Rose