Lyrics

Full of Summer, cracking shrimps Dents in boards, head, babes, and cars Wonder where the Summer went To wave, sun, sea, girls, friends, and bars Only as the sun did set, while we all sat outside the net What's her name? Guess I forget But she looks nice and sandy wet In a towel and bathing suit, waiting in the line for food Wonder if it would be rude to ask her how her digits do Sun still slanted, sunset blur Get back on my little BRRRR Where's lil' MMMM? I don't know wherе But I gotta give some strokes to hеr She's fast and mean and nasty, too She'll beat your boy up, something rude Pop your girlfriend like balloons Tear arms off men like mad baboons She'll crawl on top of any tune And send that verse straight through the roof A dead song on a witch's broom So you see it against the moon The haunted clip like Omen II She'll make you crawl around the room Scary good like Carter II So dark and sweet like devil's food The ladies in their suits out in the sun to stay a while and look at everyone This one is dark, that one is pale and new And changes in the sun like ladies do And when she shifts her weight, it's so surprising To watch her body change and barely move By and by her laughter's hypnotizing Too far away to hear but still so true I stand up from my spot and start to wonder if she will notice me If I should move, I walk as though I think she is watching But never turn to see if that is true The mystery of her eye weight upon me I try to play as cool as I can do "Don't trip," I tell myself Then daylight dawned me This late, the day moves on, and soon the wind starts blowing The heat escaping as the sand gets cool The oldest salt you say, why not today? Ever since I broke and winced, it won't go away The oldest salt you think, why not tonight? Everything will stay the same–not really But this song's so silly like a candy cellphone In the mouth of a Philly with a leprechaun rider, a full pint of cider, and a new Zippo lighter With a green bag of spider, white widow OK, let's say the oldest salt came through the other day He played, he stayed, he ate, but he refused to pay, "No way!" I swear, he said that here owed him a meal He feels ripped off, and that the law won't leave his heels He deals daily with fuzz and tries to catch his buzz B.T.W. he could use an ice-cold bud Numbers depend on the size of the trip Sense of your soul Into the history of your people Thinking too hard about a problem and only confuse you further Give in, you'll proudly haunt the background A scene that you created You're looking for a spark of brilliance while you struggle In the trenches trying to get what you need in life Bridge, distance yourself from the issue You'll bustle and sweat, running at a decent rate A smooth, pleasant voyage, I do wish you You're really in the zone now I hope you're feeling great Oh the fair at night By ninny women's light Young bouquets of flowerettes The boulevard so bright! Oh! The town at sunset with hotel windows glowing into the night Wild, jaw, tail, and hair, horns, head, goat, face Mirror watches, reflects with all its might Now I see him laughing, and now I've lost my sight And what tomorrow brings; its mouth is rotten; down, its stairs have fallen; Also, her rope is molded brown The sea-maid of the oceans and hair is braided long A dead man's chest is open as the soft teeth bring song Unveil the evening shadow beneath the canopy The creepies in the hollow, made shiver you and me And carved up faces glowing and smashed To some degree conceling what we're knowing Why trick and how to treat Our coat was badly matted We lost it all out there High and wide and blazing And nightly in the blur Some fur has since gone missing for wind and rain to 'pon one creatures Looking healthy the other's growing gaunt Maybe later in this mask This expression frozen, gaping Caping, soaring, face of earth Maybe later I will ask In the dust of all the stars so bright In her milky way tonight I will In a sunbow bent with time The secret helps to shine On the horizon, a single light: The sun of orange glowing bright into beyond it all Believe they took make a call The only face of the morning Arcing in the fall of the well of dust incurs to curve Along the edge and rim The worst has passed It seems the blank luck streak Will last only in it's own way Every part of us alive and waving, flagging Waving, flagging, wind, waving Carving, carving as the wind that shapes the rocks A softening blanket, concentration Mask at hand (why can't you outthink him?) A music raft, a wharfing band, walking on the water's face Only in the mist, only in the cascading water Cascade of air Who dares? Only the wake of water in the night And no one in sight O.K. not O.K Night and day Morning fall away Fog bank grey