OPC is Lliam Steel string, voc, Malcolm - Nylon string, voc, John - Bass, Beva - percussion Recorded live to 2-track

The waters of Long Island Sound were home and life to me I'd fish on gentle buoyant swells rake oyster from the sea clams I'd dig from the muddy shore where kingfishers were angling A seaweed coast on the Island of Shells called Seawahakie.

And you can see the sun sparkle on the water waters that give life to everything around The marsh lands and bays are a heritage that nurtures the deep quiet waters of the Long Island sound.

This arm of the Atlantic Ocean glaciers dug 20 miles wide The Quinipiac, Connecticut, and Housatonic flow into its tides From the river called East to Orient Point; 110 as the seagull flies For 5,000 years cared for by the Delaware tribe.

Now the harbors are becoming lifeless liquid poison Our wastes breed bacteria which suck up the oxygen Toxics dumped by industry or plastic dropped by one person It's a life supporting body or a dead sea question

My life is filled with gull cries and a constant muffled pounding swoosh Music that is passed by in a modern rush and push Don't forget how we're dependent on the health of plants and fish If we take care of the waters rejoicing in its gifts.