Chet Baker's Unsung Swan Song
David Wilcox Lyrics


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My old addiction
Changed the wiring in my brain
So that when it turns the switches
Then I am not the same

So like the flowers toward the Sun
I will follow
Stretch myself out thin
Like there's a part of me that's already buried
That sends me out into this window

My old addiction
Is a flood upon the land
This tiny lifeboat
Can keep me dry
But my weight is all
That it can stand

So when I try to lean just a little
For just a splash to cool my face
Ahh that trickle
Turns out fickle
Fills my boat up
Five miles deep

My old addiction
Makes me crave only what is best
Like these just this morning song birds
Craving upward from the nest
These tiny birds outside my window
Take my hand to be their mom
These open mouths
Would trust and swallow
Anything that came along

Like my old addiction
Now the other side of Day
As the springtime
Of my life's time
Turn's the other way

If a swan can have a song
I think I know that tune
But the page is only scrawled
And I am gone this afternoon




But the page is only scrawled
And I am gone this afternoon

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to David Wilcox's song "Chet Baker's Unsung Swan Song" showcase his struggles with addiction, particularly how it has altered the wiring in his brain. He compares his addiction to a flood on a tiny lifeboat, knowing that even the slightest lean can cause his boat to tip. The references to flowers turning towards the Sun indicate a desire to overcome his addiction and follow something pure, like nature's beauty. He is aware of the dangers his addiction presents and reflects on the inevitability of turning to other things as he passes from the springtime to the other side of day.


The last verse is particularly poignant as he questions his own song and legacy, contrasting it with the swan's song, which is known for its beauty and grace. The page being scrawled could be interpreted as Wilcox's unfinished work or the unfulfilled promise of his career. His reflection on addiction highlights the ongoing battle for those who struggle with it, never truly overcoming it but instead learning to navigate around it to stay afloat.


Line by Line Meaning

My old addiction
Referring to a past addiction that still has an impact


Changed the wiring in my brain
The addiction had a lasting neurological effect


So that when it turns the switches
The addiction still has triggers that cause craving


Then I am not the same
The addiction changed the person fundamentally


So like the flowers toward the Sun
The artist is drawn to something irresistible


I will follow
They have little control over their actions


Stretch myself out thin
They will go to great lengths to pursue it


Like there's a part of me that's already buried
Their addiction feels like a part of themselves that they cannot let go of


That sends me out into this window
The addiction drives them to seek fulfillment beyond themselves


Is a flood upon the land
The addiction can overwhelm and consume them


This tiny lifeboat
The singer's coping mechanisms provide limited protection


Can keep me dry
Their coping mechanisms are only partially effective


But my weight is all
Their addiction puts them at risk of sinking


That it can stand
Their coping mechanisms have a limited capacity


So when I try to lean just a little
The singer is often tempted to relapse


For just a splash to cool my face
The artist occasionally seeks relief from their addiction


Ahh that trickle
However small their relapse, the impact can be disastrous


Turns out fickle
Their addiction can be unpredictable in its severity


Fills my boat up
The relapse overwhelms their coping mechanisms


Five miles deep
Their addiction can feel inescapable


Makes me crave only what is best
Their addiction distorts their judgment


Like these just this morning song birds
The artist is drawn to something pure and beautiful


Craving upward from the nest
The singer understands the instinctive urge to seek something greater


These tiny birds outside my window
The artist identifies with these creatures


Take my hand to be their mom
The singer wants to nurture and protect the birds


These open mouths
The birds represent something vulnerable and innocent


Would trust and swallow
The birds are fully reliant on the singer's care


Anything that came along
The birds are defenseless and would accept anything given to them


Now the other side of Day
Referring to the artist's later years


As the springtime
The singer's youth and vitality


Of my life's time
Their prime


Turn's the other way
The artist's life is changing


If a swan can have a song
Referring to the beauty and potential of a swan's song


I think I know that tune
The artist can recognize the beauty of something beyond their addiction


But the page is only scrawled
The singer's experience is only partially understood


And I am gone this afternoon
The artist's life is fleeting


But the page is only scrawled
Their life remains a work in progress


And I am gone this afternoon
Their time is running out




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAVID PATRICK WILCOX

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