Semi-accoustic rock song about surfing culture in the late 1970s, and taking the same spirit to other challenges in life.
Ideosycratic accoustic based siner-songwritter (Yup, can't call myself a singer), but don't die with the music still inside you.
Mogus Rougus is a unique collaberation between Symon of the Crybbe, his Puerus Eternus, and a glass of fine red (Rosemount Grenach Shiraz plays in many of the recording sessions).
The intention is self expression, and friendship with other musos.
Story behind the song
Written for my good friend Michael C, who has lived so much and survived so much. This is a biographical ballad about the freedom of living your dreams, and the disillusion that comes with the knocks that life delivers.
Please leave your comments about the arrangement. Is the intro too long?
Lyrics
Late In The Seventies
Look out at the break,
it's one magic day,
peeling off perfect sets
that roll into the bay.
With the sun on your back,
and the wind in your hair,
energy sparks off the sea,
and there's freedom in the air.
Late in the seventies,
life is quite heavenly
camped by the sea in a cave.
No need to hurry,
and no need to worry,
you just go chasing the waves
Feel them roll,
meet every moment
right from your soul,
ride every wave
Now the story moves on,
there's a girl in your life,
you follow her across the world
and come back with a wife.
So there's dreams to be built
and things to achieve
and now that ol' surf board
just hangs out in the eves.
The years seem to scatter
as other things matter,
there's family and home to maintain,
but you're doing so much
that you slip out of touch
and it breaks, but there's no one to blame.
You say:
Late in the seventies,
life was quite heavenly
camped by the sea in a cave.
No need to hurry,
and no need to worry,
you just went chasing the waves.
You just got rolled
meet every monster
right from the soul
ride every wave
So now you're alone,
and it's time to break free,
but where is the young man that you used to be?
You're out on the road
You go down to the sea
Looks like that window closed
'bout nineteen eighty three.
In the confusion
there's a feeling of losing
everything that was once you.
No matter how far we stray,
no matter how long we stay,
these years will still be too few.
Yeah,Late in the seventies,
life was quite heavenly
camped by the sea in a cave.
No need to hurry,
and no need to worry,
you just went chasing the waves.
Feel them roll
meet every moment,
right from the soul,
ride every wave.
Late in the seventies,
life is quite heavenly
camped by the sea in a cave.
No need to hurry,
and no need to worry,
you just go chasing the waves.
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