Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Down at the marina
Days unfettered, I'll sit in the sand,
I'll draw you a picture of a perfect day,
I'll draw you an image, or something to say.
On the beach, upon the lines of the shore,
I'll gather you some shells,
I'll collect up some hell
To add to your collection of dust.
Crash, these waves sound terribly loud,
Look at the sky! There isn't a cloud!
I wish it would rain.
I wish it would pour down sorrow
And then the land would be good tomorrow.
But wishes are nothing more than
Whispers on the wind.
Send them far, send them away, see them grin.
I sit here on sandy pieces of driftwood.
The beach is a mess with fish heads and oil,
It is suffering, just feel it's toil.
I cannot remember when it look so great,
I remember everything that's bad,
I remember everything that's been had.
But what I know most,
Are days in which youth spent hours
Straddled upon the shores line.
April 7, 2004
Suge
I'll draw you a picture of a perfect day,
I'll draw you an image, or something to say.
On the beach, upon the lines of the shore,
I'll gather you some shells,
I'll collect up some hell
To add to your collection of dust.
Crash, these waves sound terribly loud,
Look at the sky! There isn't a cloud!
I wish it would rain.
I wish it would pour down sorrow
And then the land would be good tomorrow.
But wishes are nothing more than
Whispers on the wind.
Send them far, send them away, see them grin.
I sit here on sandy pieces of driftwood.
The beach is a mess with fish heads and oil,
It is suffering, just feel it's toil.
I cannot remember when it look so great,
I remember everything that's bad,
I remember everything that's been had.
But what I know most,
Are days in which youth spent hours
Straddled upon the shores line.
April 7, 2004
Suge
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Down at the marina
Down at the marina