OPC is
Lliam Steel string, voc, Malcolm - Nylon string, voc,
John - Bass, Beva - percussion
Recorded live to 2-track
The waters of Long Island Sound were home and life to me
I'd fish on gentle buoyant swells rake oyster from the sea
clams I'd dig from the muddy shore where kingfishers were angling
A seaweed coast on the Island of Shells called Seawahakie.
And you can see the sun sparkle on the water
waters that give life to everything around
The marsh lands and bays are a heritage that nurtures
the deep quiet waters of the Long Island sound.
This arm of the Atlantic Ocean glaciers dug 20 miles wide
The Quinipiac, Connecticut, and Housatonic flow into its tides
From the river called East to Orient Point; 110 as the seagull flies
For 5,000 years cared for by the Lenape.
Now the harbors are becoming lifeless liquid poison
Our wastes breed bacteria which suck up the oxygen
Toxics dumped by industry or plastic dropped by one person
It's a life supporting body or a dead sea question
My life is filled with gull cries and a constant muffled pounding swoosh
Music that is passed by in a modern rush and push
Don't forget how we're dependent on the health of plants and fish
If we take care of the waters rejoicing in its gifts.
