Post by Dimitri on Jul 4, 2005 17:59:04 GMT -5
Surf
I've always wanted
To surf,
To be another
Beach bum,
Surfing looks like
Real fun
I live inland,
Far from the
Waves and shores
Of the beautiful sea,
But if I lived
In Hawaii,
A sufer is what
I would be.
Hillville
Far from the
Sea I want
To surf and sail,
There lies my hometown
Not to hot, but not
Cold enough to chill,
A pleasant little
Hamlet full of hills
If the hills were waves,
I could surf and
Never-ever touch shore,
But they're not, so
I lie down in fields
And snore-snore-snore.
Out in The Field
Out in the field,
Where loud crows caw,
There stands a tree
Overlooking all.
In the field's middle,
Surrounded by tall green,
There stands a scarecrow
Surveying said scene.
Standing like a proud
And talented artist,
He smiles and stands,
Wearing his hat of canvas.
The Painter
Could you paint me
The sea of water,
Mr. Painter?
Could you capture
The beauty of God's
Creation?
I'll paint it myself,
I'll hang it above my
Bed.
Now I can see the
Ocean as I lay in
Bed.
Waves
Once, when I rose,
I heard the ocean.
But I was far away.
Once, when I rose,
I heard the ocean.
But I was far away.
Get out of bed,
Get dressed,
Fix the hair on my head.
Eat a little food,
Get in the car,
Crank it up,
Turn on the Beach Boys,
When I come to a hill,
I say "Surf's Up!"
/end/
Ah, I like humour. I think these are some of the best stuff I've written. Everything accept the scarecrow, car and painter is real stuff. Also, notice how they all sort of lead to the next song, including the last cycling to the beginning.
I've always wanted
To surf,
To be another
Beach bum,
Surfing looks like
Real fun
I live inland,
Far from the
Waves and shores
Of the beautiful sea,
But if I lived
In Hawaii,
A sufer is what
I would be.
Hillville
Far from the
Sea I want
To surf and sail,
There lies my hometown
Not to hot, but not
Cold enough to chill,
A pleasant little
Hamlet full of hills
If the hills were waves,
I could surf and
Never-ever touch shore,
But they're not, so
I lie down in fields
And snore-snore-snore.
Out in The Field
Out in the field,
Where loud crows caw,
There stands a tree
Overlooking all.
In the field's middle,
Surrounded by tall green,
There stands a scarecrow
Surveying said scene.
Standing like a proud
And talented artist,
He smiles and stands,
Wearing his hat of canvas.
The Painter
Could you paint me
The sea of water,
Mr. Painter?
Could you capture
The beauty of God's
Creation?
I'll paint it myself,
I'll hang it above my
Bed.
Now I can see the
Ocean as I lay in
Bed.
Waves
Once, when I rose,
I heard the ocean.
But I was far away.
Once, when I rose,
I heard the ocean.
But I was far away.
Get out of bed,
Get dressed,
Fix the hair on my head.
Eat a little food,
Get in the car,
Crank it up,
Turn on the Beach Boys,
When I come to a hill,
I say "Surf's Up!"
/end/
Ah, I like humour. I think these are some of the best stuff I've written. Everything accept the scarecrow, car and painter is real stuff. Also, notice how they all sort of lead to the next song, including the last cycling to the beginning.