#(sittin’ on) the dock of the bay

[subaquatic-skyscraper]

My dad while he changes the oil of his car ^^

[shxxmisafreak]

me when any sad song ever has some sort of loose connection to anything that has vaguely happened to me: ff,,uck y,ou’ can’’tt do th,a’’t

[buckhead1111]

buckhead1111

[mypastnow]

[aboutoriginality]

[Sittin' On] The Dock Of The Bay (Take 2)

[headspacedad]

Otis Redding - (Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay (Official Music Video)

[eisbar777]

Otis Redding - (Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay (Official Music Video)

[djevilninja]

Sittin’ here restin’ my bones, And this loneliness won’t leave me alone. Two thousand miles I roam, Just to make this dock my home.

Otis Redding - (Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay

*I’ve had many thoughts of going up to San Fran and doing this

[fayemouse]

In your dreams, of course, none of this happened.

Soft grass bends under a not-too-warm sun. A blanket laid out with a small spread, the cucumber sandwiches too cute with their crusts cut off, and a friendly laugh combine into a perfect day. The wind blows through your hair and lifts the corners of the blanket.

You lay on the grass. It's a relaxation you've needed. A stark contrast to the past -- gods, how many months?

There's a soft tickle on your arm, and you try to brush it off. A small prickling sensation sticks to you. As you look down, you see six legs twitching from a tiny abdomen. Your nails fruitlessly dig around the stuck creature, covering your fingertips in bright crimson.

You finally get a grip on the creature, pulling at it and exposing a large fleshy head embedded deep in your arm. The wind picks up, and a cold rain falls on you, making your fingers slip and the creature burrows deeper. You hear your heart in your ears, thudding away.

Then, you awaken.

There's a sheen of sweat on your skin. You're all goosebumps. Your mouth is dry.

It's cold in your cell. Not just the cold of loneliness, but the result of a constant flow emitted by the HVAC vent over your head. You start to shiver as you try to pull yourself out of bed.

You walk the whopping 5 feet over to the sink and cup your hand under the faucet, the eldritch gnaw of your dream's creature replaced by the existential gnaw of now two skipped meals.

The door to your cell is solid metal. Even still, you spend plenty of time just looking at it as if you could see through it, get any outside stimulus. The only thing you can do is what you always do when you're in confinement: count cinder blocks.

Each number in your head was like a peck in the shell around you. You try to make each one count, percussively pressing your lips together to manifest breaking out of the shell. 45, 46, 47, 48. You'd count around the doorframe 100 more times if you could use each number to hammer away at the cement.

You cannot express how much you hate being alone. You're not the biggest people-person, but the lack of changing external stimulus wears on you much more quickly than you'd like to admit.

Time passes so strangely without that context. You're not sure when you fell asleep, and the constant electrical murmur of the florescent bulbs never stops whispering in your ear, never stops reminding you that you don't know how long it's actually been. More from boredom than anything else, you lay back in bed.

You wish you could stop shivering.

[mikheyev-soupboy]

otis redding has so much range in the personality of his singing. like the difference between his personality in hard to handle (fuckboy) vs dock of the bay (despairing) is crazy, and he does all of it with a ton of depth and soul in his vocals.

also it's crazy how much the standard for what a radio-friendly pop music voice sounds like. Like in terms of enunciation and "soul" and how perfectly in tune the vocals are expected to be

[breezingby]

Otis Redding ~ (Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay (Official Music Video)

[eiael-thinks]

[maevemills]

Sittin' here restin' my bones And this loneliness won't leave me alone, listen

[x-artist-was-right]

Otis Redding was right - I am wasting time