The Sea Refuses No River
Pete Townshend Lyrics


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I remember being richer than a king
The minutes of the day were golden
I recall that when the joint passed round
My body felt a little colder
But now I'm like a sewer channel - running lime and scag
Let me get at the master panel - let me at my stack

The sea refuses no river
And right now this river's banks are blown
The sea refuses no river
Whether stinking and rank
Or red from the tank
Whether pure as a spring
There's no damned thing stops the poem
The sea refuses no river
And this river is homeward flowing

I have seen a trace of strain
In other's eyes not spoken
I must admit that I enjoyed their pain
But this time it's me that's broken
I demand for you and His
This must be the time
When we decide what freedom is
Turn water into wine

For the sea refuses no river
We're polluted now but in our hearts still clean
The sea refuses no river
We tried not to age
But time had it's rage
We're washed over stones
From babes into clones of the mean
The sea won't refuse this muddy river
Nor deny the sulfurous stream

There was a fool in a dressing robe
Riding out the twilight hour
Lonely and cold in an empty home
Trying to assess his power
But now he's like a stream in flood
Swollen by the storm
He doesn't care if he sheds his blood
Let him be reborn

For the sea refuses no river
Remember that when the beggar buys a round
The sea refuses no river
And rain fills the gutters
No time for stutters
This is our chance
To sing and to dance and to clown
The sea refuses no river
And rivers were sprung to drown

The sea refuses no river
No pecking code respected for the damned
The sea refuses no river
Whether starving or ill
Or strung on some pill
Just ''cause you own the land
There's no unique hand plugs the dam
The sea refuses no river
And the river is where I am





The river is where I am

Overall Meaning

The Sea Refuses No River by Pete Townshend is a song that speaks to the idea that no matter how polluted and damaged we make our world, nature will always welcome back its creations. Townshend takes the imagery of a river flowing into the sea and uses it as an analogy for human life. He remembers a time when he was rich and powerful, but now he feels like a sewer channel, "running lime and scag" - a metaphor for feeling empty, dirty and hopeless. He then highlights the title chorus of the song "The sea refuses no river," emphasising that no matter what state the river is in, whether "stinking and rank" or "pure as a spring," it will always be accepted by the sea. The sea in this sense represents the greater good, the overarching force that accepts everything and everyone no matter how flawed they may be.


The second verse speaks to the idea of growth and ageing. Townshend admits to once enjoying seeing other people in pain - a reflection of his own power and the gratification it brought him. But now that he is the one feeling broken, he wants a greater purpose for himself and others, that being freedom. He calls out to God saying, "Turn water into wine," an allusion to the biblical miracle of Jesus turning water into wine. Here Townshend exposes his spiritual side and urges others to make a moral choice to chase freedom as opposed to power.


The third verse is more metaphorical than the rest. It speaks to the idea that we cannot cling to the past, we must learn from it, let go and move forward. The dressing robe-wearing fool who was once cold and lonely has turned into a stream in flood, swollen by the storm, and is now ready to be reborn.


Finally, the song ends with a call to action. It tells listeners to remember that "the sea refuses no river," and no matter how bad things get, there is always room for growth and acceptance. We must stand together as one and embrace all our cripplingly human flaws. The song is a symbol of hope and a reminder to take responsibility for how we treat the planet and each other.


Line by Line Meaning

I remember being richer than a king
I recall a time when I had it all and was incredibly wealthy.


The minutes of the day were golden
During this prosperous time, every day felt like a treasure.


I recall that when the joint passed round / My body felt a little colder
I remember a time when smoking and partying chilled me out, but now those things have left me feeling dirty and depleted.


But now I'm like a sewer channel - running lime and scag / Let me get at the master panel - let me at my stack
I feel like I am polluted and corroded, but please allow me access to the soundboard so I can perform on stage.


The sea refuses no river / And right now this river's banks are blown
The ocean accepts all rivers, even when they are ruined and destroyed.


The sea refuses no river / Whether stinking and rank / Or red from the tank / Whether pure as a spring / There's no damned thing stops the poem / The sea refuses no river / And this river is homeward flowing
The ocean welcomes all rivers, regardless of their condition. This river is moving homeward, as it is meant to do.


I have seen a trace of strain / In other's eyes not spoken / I must admit that I enjoyed their pain / But this time it's me that's broken
I have noticed the stress in others, and it has given me satisfaction to watch them suffer. However, now I am the one who is hurting.


I demand for you and His / This must be the time / When we decide what freedom is / Turn water into wine
I ask for you and for higher powers that this moment be one where we can define freedom, and have the ability to perform miracles.


For the sea refuses no river / We're polluted now but in our hearts still clean
The ocean will accept all rivers, even though our river is contaminated, we are still morally scrupulous.


The sea refuses no river / We tried not to age / But time had it's rage / We're washed over stones / From babes into clones of the mean
The ocean will not reject us, even as we resist aging, time will continue on relentlessly, wearing us down until we all look alike.


The sea won't refuse this muddy river / Nor deny the sulfurous stream
The ocean will still welcome our dirty and poisonous river.


There was a fool in a dressing robe / Riding out the twilight hour / Lonely and cold in an empty home / Trying to assess his power
There was a foolish man, idle and alone in his home, contemplating his power and worth.


But now he's like a stream in flood / Swollen by the storm / He doesn't care if he sheds his blood / Let him be reborn
But now he is like a stream bursting with water, touched by a tempest; he is ready to put it all on the line and be reborn.


For the sea refuses no river / Remember that when the beggar buys a round
The ocean will not reject any type of river, so don't judge others by their current circumstances.


The sea refuses no river / And rain fills the gutters / No time for stutters / This is our chance / To sing and to dance and to clown
The ocean accepts all water, regardless of where it comes from. It's time to seize the moment and not waste any time performing and entertaining.


The sea refuses no river / And rivers were sprung to drown
The ocean welcomes all river water, which can sometimes originate in disaster and peril.


The sea refuses no river / No pecking code respected for the damned
The ocean will accept any river water, regardless of social hierarchy, poverty, or injustice.


The sea refuses no river / Whether starving or ill / Or strung on some pill / Just ''cause you own the land / There's no unique hand plugs the dam / The sea refuses no river / And the river is where I am
The ocean will not reject any type of water for being impoverished, sick, or addicted. Ownership of the land may give an individual power, but it cannot control the flow of a river into the sea, which never stops.




Lyrics © SPIRIT MUSIC GROUP
Written by: PETER DENNIS BLANDFOR TOWNSHEND

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@smokinjz

I remember being richer than a king
The minutes of the day were golden
I recall that when the joint passed 'round
My body felt a little colder
But now I'm like a sewer channel
Running lime and scag
Let me get at the master panel
Let me at my stack
The sea refuses no river
And right now
This river's banks are blown
The sea refuses no river
Whether stinking and rank
Or red from the tank
Whether pure as a spring
There's no damn thing stops the poem
The sea refuses no river
And this river is homeward flowing
I have seen a trace of strain
In other's eyes, not spoken
I must admit that I enjoyed their pain
But this time it's me that's broken
I demand for you and His
This must be the time
When we decide what freedom is
Turn water into wine
For the sea refuses no river
We're polluted now
But in our hearts still clean
The sea refuses no river
We tried not to age
But time had it's rage
We're washed over the stones
From babies into clones of the mean
The sea won't refuse this muddy river
Won't deny the sulfurous stream
There was a fool in a dressing robe
Riding out the twilight hour
Lonely and cold in an empty home
Trying to assess his power
But now he's like a stream in flood
Swollen by the storm
He doesn't care if he sheds his blood
Let him be reborn
The sea refuses no river
Remember that
When the beggar buys a round
The sea refuses no river
And rain fills the gutters
No time for stutters
This is our chance
To sing and to dance and to clown
The sea refuses no river
And rivers were sprung to drown
The sea refuses no river
No pecking code
Respected for the damned
The sea refuses no river
Whether starving and ill
Or strung on some pill
Just 'cause you own the land
There's no unique hand plugs the dam
The sea refuses no river
And the river is where I am
The river is where I am



All comments from YouTube:

@janwalker1234

I consider this one of the greatest songs ever written.

@willritter4076

I'd be honored if some P.T. fans would check out my acoustic piano & vocal covers of SLIT SKIRTS and A LITTLE IS ENOUGH on my channel in tribute to the master. Live acoustic with no digital enhancements. Thanks and pardon the promo.

@stevenanderson1459

I agree, what lyrics! Just cause you own land, theres no unique hand plugs the dam...

@lloydbecker4195

Agree...Another of Pete's masterpieces!

@andrewduffy5013

Remember that when a beggar buys a round

@munimathbypeterfelton6251

@@willritter4076 What is the name of your channel?

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@johnsmith866

Easily in the top 10 songs Pete Townsend has ever written. Pure poetry.

@charliehopkins4415

This song knocked me out when I bought the album when it first came out. It still does. The tremendous beauty in honesty.

@kevinivey5172

This may be one of the greatest gospel songs ever written.

@danieldajo

That is very true when you stop and think about the words.

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