Long Fin Killie - The Heads Of Dead Surfers текст песни

A mid-life Adonis,
A god-like forty year-old
Clear skin, clear head
Clear smile, dead style
Designer beach clothes
A little bit of a paunch.

This beach-boy Achilles,
A former leading light of radio
Drowned in suntan lotion
Makes a bold declaration:

"We drove the Moors back into the sea and now we ride their waves!"

And a little bit of something about the positive vibes of the sea--
"I feel at one with the waves!"

He said: "Let's get a Big Mac, tune into happening sounds, check out the chicks on the beach and chill out,
Chill out,
Chill out."

"We all crawled out of the sea"--and then he winked--"didn't we?"

"We drove the Moors back into the sea and now we ride their waves!"

(Mark Smith)
Bountiful in the cities...
I am the fire in your lungs
I am the fire in your dead lungs
I am the fire in the airwaves

(incomprehensible)

A & R man's dream!