Some Kind of Idea at the Coast

‘She sang beyond the genius of the sea.’

…the fuck’s that mean?

Tony, you seen this?

‘She sang beyond the genius of the sea…

The water never formed’ (the fuck?)

Look, all I know is this babe was singing

By the edge of the sea, and we were there.


Why was she singing? Who knows?

It’s not like they were passing out programs.

The tune was familiar somehow, but also not,

Like you could hum along and almost

Know the words, but to say that what she sang

Was somehow involved with the wind

And the waves — that’s nuts, OK?


It was just her singing. She was hot,

Sure, but the sea was out there doing

What it does, moving in the light

As the light moved — ‘Hey,’ said Tony,

‘You gotta light?’ and someone gave him one

So we could toke up while she sang.


If it was only her standing there singing

With the sea behind her, that would’ve been cool.

But there were all kinds of tourists and folks

On vacation, kids running around screaming

Their asses off while moms chased them,

Guys with massive pot-bellies wearing Speedos

And lots of bad hair and tattoos on display.

Yet even though we were getting hungry

And we wanted a burger and maybe some of that

Fancy ice cream they were selling,

Something about her voice made us

Stick around.


I don’t know if some of us thought

We could hit on her or what.

She just kept right on singing, as if

None of us were there, kind of like

The sea I guess, which kept moving and slamming

Against the rocks, she was making shit happen

You had to admit and we were conscious of

How we were following her around as she walked

In a stalker-ish kind of way

But by that point we couldn’t help it.


Yo, Tony, you remember how

when that babe finally stopped and we turned

around the sun had sort of slid down

Like a giant pizza off the edge of

The sky and you could see little squares

Of light in all the windows of the bars

And bungalows and we stood there

For a while, going like, ‘Woah’?


Man it was trippy. Tony

Said something kinda profound, although

You really had to be there.

And then we all just faded off

In the fading light towards other stuff.

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