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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
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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
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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
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TurboShandy - Twenty-Two
05:25
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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...
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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
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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
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