Sunday, February 05, 2006

Original Song #18

The Beach

Gonna lie down in the pine needles
Ocean breeze in the starry sky
Gonna get bit by mosquitos
Gonna get sick eating fried clams

And I'm gonna ride the waves
Body-surfing all day long
Moon power pulling me
Let the salt water meet my tongue

I'm going down to the beach
I'm going down to the Birch Knoll
Got friends calling out to me
Called trees and shells and stones

Go running down the beach
And get sand in my shoes
Sit around and do nothing
Like a big shit-eating fool

And I'll go in the early morning
See the sand-pipers skitter and peck
Go back in the afternoon
Like a big shit-eating fool again

I'm going down to the beach
I'm going down to the Birch Knoll
Got friends calling out to me
Called trees and shells and stones
I'm going down to the beach
I'm going down to the east coast
Ocean's calling out to me
It's gonna cleanse my soul

I was born in Sherbrooke
Now I live in Montreal
River valleys I like fine
But give me the ocean
I wanna be at the ocean
Just let me live by the ocean all year long

I'm going down to the beach
I'm going down to the Birch Knoll
I'm going down to the beach
I'm going down to the east coast

Oh yeah
All right
I'll drive
All night

- 30 -

1 comment:

joycie said...

You bet, Scott. I know of what you sing. We left our footprints there, didn't we?--- along with a little chunk of our souls. Salt water and pine trees ---what a combination eh?