Rapture of the Deep
Words and music by Jim Gilkeson
©Copyright, 2019, by Jim Gilkeson. All rights reserved.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Lyrics:
Mercedes Bends is a hundred and five / The light of a star/Is what keeps her alive / Her name is a mystery to even her friends  / But no one does mystery/Like Mercedes Bends   

She outlived her husband / Her daughters and son / She watched her best friends / All die one by one / She lives in the deep / Blue tide in her head  / Swimming in place / In a hospital bed        

Mercedes bends in the Rapture of the Deep / A cup of black coffee /Puts her to sleep / Mercedes bends / And she bends in the  wind / ’Til the Rapture of the Deep / Begins again
Time is slipping ,/Releasing her bones / She's light as a feather now, / She's going home . . .  

This kiss is just a kiss,isn't it? / It’s lips upon lips, nothing more . . . / No, this kiss is a rhyme / in the poetry of time / For Mercedes Bends  /  When she walks through that door   

Mercedes bends in the Rapture of the Deep / A cup of black coffee / Puts her to sleep / Mercedes bends / And she bends in the  wind /’ Til the Rapture of the Deep / Begins again



 

For better or for worse, wordplay runs deep in me. The entanglement of “Mercedes Benz” and “Rapture of the Deep” (the bends) has been with me since high school, where I hung out with a pretty nerdy crowd. Add to that something a Basque woman, also named Mercedes, once told me, namely that women in the Basque Country react to caffeine by falling asleep. I know you’re thinking there’s just got to be a song in there somewhere. And there is. This one is about an elderly woman.

Jim: vocals, ac. guitar

Reed: drums

Uffe: lead guitar and bass

Ria: vocals

Young stick,
what makes you tick?
Signifyin,' always tryin'
To make the magic scene
They got people on highs here,
people on lows
Highs and lows
And everything in between . . .

 
I guess your angels really get a kick out of you
Nobody knows you, nobody owns you
Or cares what you do
So do it all! Do it now!
Do it from your heart!
'Cause you never ever look as good
As you do when you're falling . . .  falling apart    
'Cause you never ever look as good
As you do when you're falling  . . .