Thanks to Renee for sponsoring Will. Lovely woman...

If rob were a diety and sent a flood to wipe out Baltimore City, this is the song he'd be singing as the waves came crashing through Harbor Place.

About the Song

"Will was written while I worked security in Baltimore City. This is one song among many that fantasizes about the cleansing of Charm City. It's a song about lamenting our fates while simultaneously grabbing hold of our Lives and having the... will... to do with them as we please. And, of course, it's about a girl."

-rob

Lyrics

the rain came down
backwashing alley ways
drowning men out of holes...
the water ran red
as people lost skin
and a frightened young man
he looked down upon his toes...
he¹s in danger of getting his feet so wet

ships are tossing down in the harbour
the wind is raising, the rain came pounding down
ships are sinking down in the harbour
as the waves come up
they climbed past the dikes, they climbed past the fenceposts
they snuck past the sentries
and lapped at the locked-tight doors
as the rains came down

these are the martyrs and these are our prayers
these are our Lives...

down in the harbour there forms a storm
that could wipe us all clean of Life.
Stick tight now and close your eyes now
and hope the storm pass you by.
Then came a woman, a hero a martyr,
they called her Mary, she needed no comfort.
Down in the harbour she walked in the sky
she walked on the waves, she walked on water.

these are our martyrs and these are our prayers
these are our Lives.
They are given to us to do with as we see fit
rest assured that I Will. Rest assured that we will.

with a 6-foot frame, she walked on the ocean floor,
she shone like copper.
With a 6-foot frame she walked with the sun,
she walked far too high to see.
And she asked me to walk with her,
6-foot tall with her.
She turned to me and whispered:
"Don't fear the storm."

And now the water is 6-foot deep
and the people in the mud, another 6-foot under.
It¹s a struggle, such a struggle to keep my head above water.
I¹m clinging onto Mary¹s shoulders
and I¹m standing up on Mary¹s shoulders
I¹m weighing down on Mary¹s shoulders...
as she drowns.

these are our martyrs and these are our prayers
these are our Lives.
They are given to us to do with as we see fit
rest assured that I Will.

© rob hinkal