The Pharcyde - Otha Fish (Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde, 1992/1993)
It took a second to register up in my branium
My dome, my head, my skull, my cranium
My eyes have had enough, it was time to do some talkin’
I had to creep through the hound-dogs that were stalkin’
This slimmy caught me peepin’, this means she wasn’t sleepin’
on who I was, so she crept in like a hawk
In a minute’s time, we adjourned to the floor
Ooh! I hit a high note cause of the way that she was walkin’
We got into the groove, I didn’t bust no, uh, hip-hop moves
I just kept it nice and smooth
Next thing you know, we got together, word, I thought we’d be forever
Didn’t have an um-ber-ella, now I’m soaked in stormy weather
I have this ritual whenever I come home from an exhausting day, wherein I’d lay on my bed and listen to music. Every so often, the songs I listen to vary depending on my mood. I was listening to this today.
(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay is one of the songs that really does it for me. I’m not sure whether it’s the lyricism of the song itself or the story behind it, but there’s always this very ethereal quality to the track that I find difficult to articulate.
The story is that a couple of days after recording this, 26 year old Otis Redding’s plane crashed into Lake Momona in Wisconsin and took his life. It was his last song. His swan song.
And when I lay on my bed, close my eyes, and listen to this song, it’s that mental image of Otis Redding actually sitting on the dock of a bay singing this that really gets to me. Then he starts whistling,
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