Now you've been carving tales for dummies out of live oak and out of pine

[sovay]

I had a hightly mixed day. Lunch with my mother was lovely. A stressful and pointless doctor's appointment—to which I would not have bothered subjecting myself if I'd known that I was going to wait forty-five minutes to see a specialist who spoke to me for five minutes at most and then told me they could do nothing to help me and referred me right back to the doctor who'd referred me to them—was not. I have spent the evening doing not much, which feels like my ground state lately. I can say without exaggeration, however, that my mood improved from reading this poem by Megan Falley. I strongly recommend reading it aloud. I also kind of want illustrations.

I haven't posted a selection of sea-songs in years. Some recent acquisitions, some old favorites, in honor of the newest Best Picture.

Anna & Elizabeth, "Father Neptune"

Oh, Neptune, Father Neptune, I'll tell you fair and true
That if you should lose my sailor, I'll sing no more to you

The Bills, "Bamfield's John Vanden"

So your questions of romance don't ask me
I'm the man who wed the Pacific sea

Dana Falconberry & Medicine Bow, "Cormorant"

I couldn't breathe below the deep sea
But it does breathe underneath me

Eliza Carthy & The Wayward Band, "The Sea"

With blue above and blue below
And silence wheresoe'er I go

Gordon Bok, "Peter Kagan and the Wind"

She was a seal, you know. Everyone knew that. Even Kagan, he knew that. But nobody would say it to him.

John Doyle, "Selkie"

Swaying tide, caress me
Seaweed, kelp, and brine
Deep waters, dark and heaving sea

Laura Veirs, "Saltbreakers"

The ebb and the flood clearing all the channels of your heart

Lisa Hannigan, "Braille"

We swim without a word between us
Our breath held in
We read enough in the rush of
Braille on our skin

Nearby, "Breakers"

I've been drowning the waves for you
Have you gone and drifted out?
How can I get back to you?

PJ Harvey, "Liverpool Tide"

Shipwrecks above Liverpool's tide
We walk alone against the sky

The Pogues, "Turkish Song of the Damned"

Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind?
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
Wailing away on the wall of the strand?

Shannon Lay, "Coast"

Darling, I'm telling you I belong by the sea

Stuart Estell, "Just As the Tide Was Flowing"

The tide flows in and the tide flows out
Twice every day returning

In other things that improve my mood, handful_ofdust quite rightly tagged this post for me: Ben Mendelsohn on the entrance of Orson Krennic.