Opo from Zealandia by Dudley Benson

His name was Opo
He was my summer
Opo
He was the breeze in my hair

I don’t know that we’ll ever meet again
It was me and him, Opo

I remember the year
I had bled for the first time
And after school I would meet him
Where the sand dropped away to water so blue
We would talk forever
And I’d tell him
The things that no one knew
Just as my life was to start
He changed what I thought that it could even be

I don’t care what they said about our love
It was me and him, Opo
No I don’t know that I’ll ever feel again
The love I felt back then for Opo

Sometimes at night I hear his voice
Singing in water time
Opo

Opo
He was my greatest
Opo
He was the wound in my heart

I remember the day
That I came to find him, my love of sea
And though the water was warm
An undertow of cold met me there in his place
Dad said that I’d get better, make new friends
But I withdrew into myself
Like the salt of that summer
Our love had gone, returned to the sea

*Threnody for the oceans*

I don’t care what they said about our love
It was me and him
Opo
(Don’t leave me here!)
Oh I don’t believe that we’ll ever meet again
But until then, I will remember him
Opo

• Alternative
• Electronic
• New Zealand
• indie pop
• singer-songwriter
• Melbourne