My name is Robert Gay. I'm a student, musician, and writer from Nashville, Tennessee.
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Here’s another crappy demo of a new song for you guys. It’s the second one I’ve written in the span of 4 days, so I’m enjoying the creative burst.
This is a folky, open-tuned song that reminds me a bit of David Mead’s style. I made this live recording in the back of my car after I finished writing it this afternoon. It was still pretty new to me and I might’ve played it a little fast, so consider this the first look of all first looks. Enjoy it and leave some thoughts.
Robert Gay - “Fishing”
I was feeling lonesome in a little fishing pond
Wading through the water with my boots & britches on
I was only biding time/Throwing out a line or two
Sudden movement made me turn/A glimmer caught my eye
Swimming in the shallow end and flickering with light
There was something hidden here, and it was clear what I must do
Close my mouth & bite my tongue/Fill my lungs & dive below
Close my eyes & listen/I am fishing for what I don’t know
Stories told of treasure drive a man to seek his own
And in this little fishing pond, a seed of hope was sown
A shine I’d never seen before/Evermore I’ll search the blue
Where are you hiding?
