Surf's Up 1967 Songtext
von The Beach Boys
Surf's Up 1967 Songtext
The diamond necklace played...
Two, three, four
The diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand, some drummed along, oh
To a handsome mannered baton
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the op′ra glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn
Columnated ruins domino
(Two, three, four)
Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
The music hall, a costly bow
The music, all is lost for now
To a muted trumpeter swan
Columnated ruins domino
Canvas the town and brush the back-drop
Are you sleeping, Brother John?
Dove nested towers, the hour was strike
The street, quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
Two-step to lamplight cellar tune
The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne
A glass was raised, the fired-rose
The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting
While at Port, adieu or die
A choke of grief, heart-hardened I
Beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry
Surf's Up, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Aboard a tidal wave
Come about hard and join
The young and often spring you gave
I heard the word
Wonderful thing
A children′s song
Two, three, four
The diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand, some drummed along, oh
To a handsome mannered baton
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the op′ra glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn
Columnated ruins domino
(Two, three, four)
Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
The music hall, a costly bow
The music, all is lost for now
To a muted trumpeter swan
Columnated ruins domino
Canvas the town and brush the back-drop
Are you sleeping, Brother John?
Dove nested towers, the hour was strike
The street, quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
Two-step to lamplight cellar tune
The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne
A glass was raised, the fired-rose
The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting
While at Port, adieu or die
A choke of grief, heart-hardened I
Beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry
Surf's Up, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Aboard a tidal wave
Come about hard and join
The young and often spring you gave
I heard the word
Wonderful thing
A children′s song
Writer(s): Brian Wilson & Van Dyke Parks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com