Goths Go Surfing

Letter Seventeen

Sometimes you listen to a Peter Murphy song and then ask ChatGPT to help you write a song. Sometimes you end up with this. You wouldn’t believe the lyrics I left out.

Goths on the beach, all dressed in black,
Heading for the waves, and they won’t look back.
The sun is shining bright, and the sand is warm,
Goths on their boards, ready to ride the storm.

Goths go surfing in the summer sun,
Following their dreams, having fun.
Day and night, they search for the best waves,
Goths rocking out, caught in a craze.

Goths with their boards, paddling out to sea,
Riding the waves, free as can be.
The salty air, and the ocean breeze,
Goths living life, just like you and me

Goths go surfing in the summer sun,
Following their dreams, having fun.
Day and night, they search for the best waves,
Goths rocking out, caught in a craze.

The waves and the beach can’t be denied
The waves and the beach can’t be denied

Can’t keep them down, they’re riding high,
Catching those waves on the edge of the night
They don’t care what people say,
They’ll keep doing things their own way.