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This song was a metaphor for my young adulthood. I felt like the protagonist, conned and robbed by Belize and her confederates.

The music, the lyrics and your voice come together very, very nicely.

Thank G-d, the protagonist GIVES THE BRUISES BACK

I loved the closing, and the rousing refrain to the effect that you are giving the bruises back

I used to love bodies of water. My body of water wasn't any old lake. My body of water was the fierce Atlantic Ocean as I grew up in New York

When I was young and healthy, I used to swim out so far that the life guards yelled at me, claiming that I was imperiling my life.

To me the sea was a spiritual experience. But Hell, that's pretty common, so common that Freud called spiritual experiences "oceanic experiences."

The sea always aroused my sexuality: Thousands of people half naked. I was perpetually aroused by beaches. I always believed, and still believe, that all the ills of my life could have been repaired with a hole lot more sex.

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Re My comment re sex as a cure all: My comment to the effect that more sex was a panacea for all ills may have just been a 60's ish way of assuming a brazen, ballsy posture. But hell I like the way it sounds even if the logic of the assertion is questionable.

Re my love affair with the tempestuous, stormy ocean: When I was young, I truly did love the ferocious, feral ocean. However, my last note left something out: About 15 to 20 years ago, I was struck by an undertow , the waves picked me up side down, and threw me in a multiplicity of directions, and I came close to getting badly hurt. My glory days in the water ended on that date.

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