Mermaid Bar

Maya Hawke

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    There was no Moon black sky on the night
    I jumped from the bridge toward the river
    I swear, I saw silver star light
    On the water's surface, a shimmer
    Pounded the pulse, I couldn't finish
    Didn't hear a splash or feel the cold
    Was full of bubbles for a minute

    Turned to ice, then cycloid scales of gold
    Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, no
    Turned to ice, then cycloid scales of gold
    Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, no

    My lungs deflated, my fingers weaved
    Rips separated for gills to breathe
    Ran my tongue over my sharp new teeth
    Panicked, swimming, collapsed in the reeds
    Taken with the current to the sea
    Tide disrupting desperate dreams
    My belly empty, body weak

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    I had no sound, no way to speak
    Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, no
    I had no sound, no way to speak
    Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, no

    I was close to quiet death again
    When new instincts woke me from the spell
    I killed a Diamondback terrapin
    Was most scared of my awful self
    I woke up on cold stones, broken glass
    Winter beach at Long Island's end
    I found that I could still maneuver

    Slip slide on the sand and the cement
    Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, no
    Slip slide on the sand and the cement
    Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, no

    I opened sardine dream mermaid bar
    We serve most oysters and caviar
    Leave your seashells in our tall tip jar
    There are more like me, I swear, there are
    Come for scallops, come to hear our song
    Come if you're in awful, bad trouble
    Come if you're certain you don't belong

    Some that fall, don't land in bubbles
    'Cause some that fall, don't land in bubbles (in bubbles, bubbles)
    Some that fall, don't land in bubbles
    Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, no
    Some that fall, don't land in bubbles (bubbles, bubbles)
    Some that fall, don't land in bubbles

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    Composition: Maya Hawke and Benjamin Lazar Davis

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