“Ebbing”, one of the more triumphant and elated moods on The Beggar, addresses itself to the ebbing and unfolding of identity and consciousness after bodily death.
The reference to a sulfur sky hints at an overarching vitality to the process of death, and the alchemical transformation taking place...
[Verse 1]
Under sulfur skies
The drunken tides will pull us in
Unfolding, but not breathing
[Verse 2]
Upon your breast
I’ll rest my head, in laziness
Gestating, just dreaming
But not breathing
[Verse 3]
My swallowed tongue
My wounded dove
Your eyes are mine
Occluding, we’re sinking
Just drifting, not breathing
Releasing
[Verse 4]
In shallow ponds
Within your palm
There lies a mind
Dissolving, not seeing
Unfolding, not thinking
Releasing, not breathing
[Instrumental]
Ebbing was written by Michael Gira.
Ebbing was produced by Michael Gira.