Brian Wilson Surf's Up
A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along
To a handsome mannered baton
[My God, my God]
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the opera glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drum
[My god, my God]
Columnated ruins domino
Canvas the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?
Hung velvet over taken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
[My God, my God]
The music hall, a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumpeters song
[My God, my God]
Columnated ruins domino
Canvas the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?
Brother John?
Dove nested towers
The hour was strike the street, quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog-two-step to lamplight cellar tune
The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne
The glass was raised
The fire roasted
The fullness of the wine was dim last toasting
While at port, adieu or die
A choke of grief heart hardened eye beyond belief
A broken man too tough to cry
Surfs up
[hmm]
Aboard a tidal wave
Come about hard and join
Th young and often sprig you gave
I heard the word
Wonderful thing
A children’s song
A children’s song
Have you listened while they play
Their song is love and the children know the way
