The Tide Knows

This track comes from Aaron Stransky's core identity — Folly Beach roots, 843 area code, the raw unfiltered version. It tackles Walking on Folly Beach on a Sunday morning and finding a spiritual connection with the tide. The ocean as therapist, as teacher, as the thing that always shows up regardless.. The lyrics get specific — "I'm here, I'm here, I'll never let you go" — because personal tracks on Majik's are personal for real, not performatively. The ambient folk production matches the energy of the confession. It hits meditative and peaceful, in that order. Every personal track in the catalogue comes from a real moment, a real feeling, a real person. This one is no exception.

[verse 1] Barefoot on the sand before the tourists find the shore Just me and the Atlantic and the sound of something more Than what my mind can process on a weekday full of noise The tide is coming in and it doesn't need my voice To tell it what to do, to optimize its flow It's been doing this for ages and it's got nowhere to go But here, and back, and here again, so faithful it's absurd The tide keeps every promise without saying a single word [chorus] The tide knows something I've been trying to learn How to show up every day without the need to earn A reason or a purpose or a metric for the worth The tide just does its thing, the oldest song on earth And maybe if I listen, maybe if I stay The tide will teach me how to live that way [verse 2] I brought my plans, my worries, my imposter and my pride I laid them on the shoreline and I let the incoming tide Wash around the edges, soften all the lines The ocean doesn't judge, it just refines It takes the sharpest glass and smooths it into treasure It takes the longest night and gives it back in measure I've been trying to control the current all my life But Sunday morning teaches me to stop and hold the light [chorus] The tide knows something I've been trying to learn How to show up every day without the need to earn A reason or a purpose or a metric for the worth The tide just does its thing, the oldest song on earth [bridge] In and out, in and out That's the whole sermon, that's the whole devout Prayer of the ocean to the sand below I'm here, I'm here, I'll never let you go And even when I leave, I'll be back before you know [verse 3] So I stand here on a Sunday with my coffee getting cold And I let the tide do all the talking that my heart can hold Folly Beach, the sanctuary I don't deserve but found The tide knows how to heal without a single sound [outro] The tide knows The tide always knows I'm just here to listen Sunday morning on the shore