Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Surf And / Or Die, artist - Walter Becker. Album song 11 Tracks Of Whack, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 24.04.2006
Record label: Giant
Song language: English
Surf And / Or Die |
Earthbound to Johnny boy just picked up your message |
'Bout those Balinese ikats you thought I might buy |
Now your voice on my machine is more alive than what you are |
Since your daredevil hang glider fell out of the sky |
Now Armand’s looked all over but he can’t find your car keys |
Were they under the tire? |
Were they under the seat? |
Because as it stands now your beloved white Aires |
Is fair game for the vandals up on Makapuu Street |
And your grandmother’s number, we know it’s here somewhere |
But Suze can’t seem to find it, now she’s losing control |
And so what about her, and little Eldon and Layla |
And that hypothetical spectre, your gilt-edged soul |
Which defied many perils, in the face of all reason |
And in so many settings and for all your young years |
Insisting on pure freedom for its too-short season |
Riding high on its ration of enchantment and fear |
Over the hill and into the next meadow and on and on and on |
In a near random universe there are still certain combinations |
Picked out from all other possible ones |
Which, when given some time and the just-right circumstances |
Not too far from the earth or too close to the sun |
They will dance and they’ll spin in the embrace of the trade winds |
Playing havoc with the hearts and the upturned faces down below |
Until the laws of curved spacetime, susponed without warning |
Kick back in with a vengeance for the last act of the show |
Going too far too fast in that final wing over |
As your glider comes tumbling out of the clouds |
And you clutch at your chest but the chute never opens |
And they find you there tangled in that white nylon shroud |
When we get Grandma’s number I think I’ll just say to her |
Your Johnny’s home for Christmas, it was a hell of a ride |
And I know that some day you’ll be showing me those blankets |
All covered in glory on the hereafter side, saying |
There was never any question, it was always all or nothing |
Surf and/or die |