Death's A Beach

An oldie, which I recorded very badly on a 4-track back in the 20th century. I have always wanted to do a “full” version with the bombastic fanfare I always envisioned. Here it is.

I grind my butt into the sand
where the ocean meets the land
dead things wash onto the beach
garbage is within my reach
everybody thinks it’s neat
the excrement is on their feet
I think that thing might be a leech…

Death’s a beach

Whales come up here to die
they heave themselves up with a sigh
they are not the only ones
the animals don’t have no fun
that used to be a molusc
that used to be a clam
this is the ocean’s graveyard

Death’s a beach

That seagull’s lookin’ at me
with his salt-encrusted eyes
I know he’s only hoping that I die
the reason that he comes here
is to feed upon the dead
he’s plucking out the eyeballs from their heads

Children picking up the shells
of oysters that have gone to hell
we teach them when they’re very young
collecting corpses can be fun
uv radiation burns the skin off of my head
adding to the carnage here

Death’s a beach

It don’t seem very fun to me
lying here beside the sea
I hold my nose but cannot help
but smell the decomposing kelp
sewage dumped into the water
adds to the odor of the slaughter
I may erect a tombstone…
Death’s a beach