Lost At Sea

E.J. Ballard, passed away in November 2024 following a long and tumultuous journey with Parkinson’s and, later as consequence, dementia. He was a lifelong musician, deeply committed to his craft, and continued composing music well into the progression of his illness.

LOST AT SEA

Love is great to celebrate
with words so gently rhyming.
But all I can do is tell my true
with approximate pitch and timing. 
So I’ll take a chance, sing you the stars,
and hope that you don’t flee. 

Remember, remember me. 
Lost at sea. My boys and girls. Lost at sea. 

As my stride becomes the shuffle and
my back in a teapot spout 
and my face a fixed expression
which allows a little dribble out.
My life’s mostly a cat shuffle
but I won’t out rough the sea. 

Remember, remember, remember me. 
Lost at sea. My boys and girls, lost at sea.

And my garden fills with fairies.
Medication makes minds mushy.
And some who try to help me
just end up getting pushy.
And even my guardian angel
don’t find this caring cushy. 

Remember, remember me. 
Lost at sea my boys and girls. 
Lost at sea.

Remember, remember 
Be lost at sea. My boys and girls.
Lost at sea. 

Well, now you’ve heard my little tune.
In tune or thereabouts.
I dedicate it to you all 
who stayed and heard me out.
But spare a thought to those ,who 
are caught by some uncurabe malady. 

Remember, remember me. 
Lost at sea, my boys and girls. 
Lost at sea. Lost. 
Lost. Lost at sea. My girls and boys.
Lost. Lost. Lost.