School Is Cool On The Beach Of Hanalei
Her son he was a surfer on the beach of Hanalei. And she plays the piano at a jazzclub everyday, just to have that simple kick to just sit down and play. And this is the question that she asks herself day and night: "Oh! Tell me right now, I've forgotten the meaning of life, Oh!
Why-I? Why-I? Why-I? Why?"
His body washed up on the shore, the salt had made him dry. "He died from shock" the morgue man said but she knew well he lied. "Sharks don't go for human meat so that's not how he died" So this is the question that she asks herself day and night: "Oh! "Talk to me, god of mourning, am I doing this right? Oh!
What good am I-I? What good am I-I? What good am I-I? What good am I-I?"
The water turned a bloodred hue and crimson foamed the waves. A surfer's life was taken here the beach of Hanalei.
"Why-I? Why-I? Why-I? Why? Why-I? Why-I? Why-I? Why?"
