I'm from a place that is quite urban So every time I get invited by a white person to dive first in The open sea. I'm like "Nope for me!" That definition of fun does not align with my version Might be my environmental influence When it comes to swimming in water, I'm just not into it Almost drowned a few times when I was a little kid And apparently I'm not the only one livin' with The inability to swim well to my very delight I'm just another stat of a well-known stereotype Think whatever ya like. I always flow with the motion Unless it involves me going in the ocean. I'll peep the sand and sit on there in my lawn chair And give a long stare as I see boats and pelicans I always tell my friends that I'm loaded with melanin So the water in front of me is somethin' that I won't be dwellin' in You can invite me to the beach But you probably won't find anybody like me because Black people don't swim Black people don't swim You may think that I'm not cool But you won't find me at the deep end of the pool because Black people don't swim Black people don't swim I rock a T-shirt and sneakers at the beachfront See people ready to swim but I'll never be one Instead I'll pull a drink out of my icebox And take a seat. Or go for a nice walk. There's no changin' my stance. There's no reason for me to start changin' my pants Into swim trunks. I'll just stay in the sands I told you that I would be this way in advance I truly am glad for the view that I have But I'd rather relax pull a brew out my bag Than start the provin' the fact that I'm predisposed to sinkin' Inviting me here? Not sure what you were thinking I appreciate the consideration But I'm sure I'm not the only black guy in the nation Who thinks time is wasted when going to the beach Just to sit on the sand to drink beer and sleep Even if the water's not that deep I won't ever go beyond dippin' my feet People who are dark like me In the places in Brooklyn I'm from don't go swimmin' for fun And maybe I will learn one day If the lessons ever come my way Hear me when I say In the places in Brooklyn I'm from we don't go swimmin' for fun

Bruce and Chum were prob’ly cruising the Buxton mile Then there’s me just playing tag-along with my parents to the Island, Feeling like a plastic bag. Then I saw you and your moves like Jagger. I literally peed right through my skin. And then we’re floating fin to fin. I about died when you said, Meet me at the all-you-can-eat buffet We’ll share a bite and fill a night that’s melting into day You make me feel like I can call myself a shark At the Amity Island Land Park and All-You-Can-Eat Buffet Oh the frenzied feast devoured at that first meal. The variety of treats, especially the one that I called “longseal”, With its cover to unwrap. One by one picked off the whitecaps. Savory red sauce pretty much everywhere. And romance was in the air, Whatever that is. Meet me at the all-you-can-eat buffet We’ll share a bite and fill a night that’s melting into day You make me feel like I can call myself a shark At the Amity Island Land Park and All-You-Can-Eat Buffet You and I were so insane, right up to the hurricane. A crush of fish, a cloud of bream, Served up a dish of scattered dreams. No star to guide a way to find you. So I’m back again. I do this every year. When I scan the crowd, and ask aloud if anybody saw you here And so it goes. This message in a bottlenose Is just a final filed appeal to fate. Now all I can do is wait For the day when you will Meet me at the all-you-can-eat buffet We’ll share a bite and fill a night that’s melting into day You make me feel like I can call myself a shark At the Amity Island Land Park and All-You-Can-Eat Buffet

A day beside the sea Wet sand beneath your feet And fire in her eyes The ocean meets the beach Desire's within reach You're feeling so alive But when the morning comes You realise she's gone Was she in your head? Warmed by the rising sun You forget the things you've done And what she said A picture perfect scene Until fate intervened She never said goodbye You long to hold her hand You want to understand You need to be told why But when the morning comes You realise she's gone Was she in your head? Warmed by the rising sun You forget the things you've done And what she said

The Irish Sea can't remember me And it don't remember you Never mind the thing we had when we were twenty-two This is probably my least favourite town in the world It's got a shitload of shells but not one pearl Why it's so fucking depressing I can't quite work out 'Cause it used to be cool when you and me hung about Down the shore where the sand is a deep shade of bland And the rails are all rusted like the washed up beer cans Four Chuck Taylor's made their way through the sand The Irish Sea can't remember me And it don't remember you Never mind the thing we had when we were twenty-two As pretty as the water's grey And senile as it's blue We could walk the sands again And start it all anew This is probably the worst time to say we were wrong I only think of you when I hear those songs Be it Elvis Costello, or old Percy Sledge Those melodies soundtracked my wholehearted pledge To take this as far as you'd allow me to reach But no one told me forever was a figure of speech I guess I really kind of miss that beach When we're walking along with a smile on our face I believed you when you said it's a mysterious place Well it must have been so, I've never seen you the same You were happy there or something, I thought you were insane Maybe I couldn't see the charm for the waves But to hell with that And to hell with you

Down by the sea, I played a C and I could see, all I had seen I saw you two, but I wanted to, but talking’s too...hard to do all the same if it’s okay with you i’d rather change if i can’t well you’ll have to make do it’s not insane trying to what ya gotta do if it’s not okay we’ll i guess that you’ll have to make do or it’s gonna be rough for you We sailed these seas, but now who sees, can we be seized by love? oh.. They’re on our heels, will we ever heal, but I think that he’ll not let us go It’s not your right, the words you write, but our last rites are all we’ll hear tonight your shoes are holey, your father’s holy, and I am wholly devoted to you

If this song makes you feel uncomfortable Get used to it Go on and dance At least you don’t Have to deal with the crazy shit Going on every month in our pants It’s shark week It’s shark week The havoc we will wreak The outcomes are quite bleak For you You’ve not a clue What’s in store for the next two to seven days It’s shark week It’s shark week Tradition clouded in mystique Our war paint is a streak Of red I wish I was dead But my mental stability Correlates directly To the lunar phase I don’t care if your manliness prevents you from Fully enjoying this Neither do we Jekyll and Hyde the monster that I’ll become Makes me reminisce About a time before this came and happened to me It’s shark week It’s shark week The havoc we will wreak The outcomes are quite bleak For you You’ve not a clue How much I want to stroke you with a knife It’s shark week It’s shark week Tradition clouded in mystique Our war paint is a streak Of red I wish I was dead I’m completely engulfed In the pain of being a werewolf And I’ll be this way for half of my natural life And I don’t want your pity or your scoffs I’m too busy with my tampon tampoffs But I don’t want to be denied entry through the presidential door And your argument is invalid because most of the women that have run anyways are old enough that they wouldn’t even have it anymore And even if they do the important thing is what they’re standing for It’s shark week It’s shark week The havoc we will wreak The outcomes are quite bleak For you I want to do Many terrible things to whomever invented uteri If only I could It’s shark week It’s shark week Tradition clouded in mystique Our war paint is a streak Of red I wish I was dead And I want to go swimming Cause I’m at the beach But I didn’t of think of that before I came here And now people are just jumping in but I can’t do that And there’s no convenient bathrooms In which I could insert the thing that holds in All the blood

Whatever did happen To beauty and truth The introspective Disaffected youth They can turn a phrase How nothing’s really free And still be so amazed to be Proven right constantly All that we want is a board beneath our feet All that we’ve got is a pop song on repeat Yeah we’re genius Yeah we’re really clever Trade our wastelands in For Surf Whatever We rage against contraptions That break what we won’t mend Sunscreen and distractions Save some sand for all our friends Now the ocean is black, it’s surely a fluke Call Nat Geographic, and your congressman too Yeah we’re genius, yeah we’re really clever Trade our wastelands in For Surf Whatever Yeah we’re flying into never-never Blue, green, black and grey, And Surf Whatever So who’s gonna save the world So who’s gonna stop the ruin We’ve got a lot of dreams But we don’t know what we’re doing Who’s gonna stop the clock Who’s gonna keep it running Who’s gonna weigh our hearts And tell us where they’re wanting Now whatever happened To taking the lead It fell out of fashion If not in word, then in deed The Arctic is our wave, gonna be a big one Load up your friends, go ahead and bring your guns Let liberty echo and let freedom ring And don’t your ever leave this beach for anything Yeah we’re genius, yeah we’re really clever Trade our wastelands in For Surf Whatever Yeah we’re flying into never-never Blue, green, black and grey, And Surf Whatever The Artic is our wave Surf Whatever Dancing on our grave Surf Whatever Yeah we’re flying into never-never And I can’t get away

Beach Chairs!: Verse 1 (slow) Well, I've sung about cars and surfin' in the sun Being true to your school and fun fun fun But there's an unsung hero sitting on the sand Instead of our butts, it's time to give 'em a hand 1 2 3 4! Beach chairs! Relaxing in the sun Beach chairs! They're fun fun fun Beach chairs! They're good to your bum Beach chairs! Beach chairs! Ah...ah...ah...ah... Well, they fold like a dollar in a stripper's cleavage They're quiet and sturdy like Calvin Coolidge They come in different colors kinda like a porn star They held more fat than a pallet of Mason jars Beach chairs! Relaxing in the sun Beach chairs! They're fun fun fun Beach chairs! They're good to your bum Beach chairs! Beach chairs! Ah...ah...ah...ah... You can set 'em down, and they won't run away But you gotta load 'em down on a windy day They're made out of metal, wood or plastic For furnishing a crack house they're really fantastic Beach chairs! Relaxing in the sun Beach chairs! They're fun fun fun Beach chairs! They're good to your bum Beach chairs! Beach chairs! Ah...ah...ah...ah... Let's raise our voices and lower our kiesters While we sip a cappucino from our local barrister Beach chairs are the best, like an old best friend They support us where we need them, in the end Beach chairs! Relaxing in the sun Beach chairs! They're fun fun fun Beach chairs! They're good to your bum Beach chairs! Beach chairs! Ah...ah...ah...ah...

We never did see eye-to-eye But I saw so much more Is that why you left me here Standing on the shore I can see things that you can't see Three-hundred sixty degrees I scan the skies across the sound But you cannot be found background: (panorama) The morning sun cannot blind me To what I see around So many captured by my eyes While you have gone to ground I can see things that you can't see Three-hundred sixty degrees I scan the skies across the sound But you cannot be found I see the future I see the past I see you on every Blade of grass I see for miles And miles more You cannot hide Behind locked doors Perceiving more than mortal men's A blessing and a curse Knowing you're gone breaks my heart Not knowing where is worse I can see things that you can't see Three-hundred sixty degrees I scan the skies across the sound But you cannot be found background: (panorama)