Lyrics Brian Wilson – Surf’s Up

A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
To a handsome man and baton (My God, my God)
A blind class aristocracy

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?

Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn (My God, my God)
The music hall, a costly bow
The music, all is lost for now
To a muted trumperter swan (My God, my God)
Columnated ruins domino

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping, Brother John?

Dove-nested towers the hour was
Strike the street quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
Two-step to lamp lights cellar tune
The laughs come hard in auld lang syne

The 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 hard hardened I
Beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry

Surf’s up, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Aboard a tidal wave

A children’s song (Child, child, child, the child is father of the man)
Have you listened as they played? (Child, child, child, the child is father of the man)
Their song is love (Child, child, child, the child is father of the man)
And the children know the way (Child, child, child, the child is father of the man)

A children’s song (Child, child, child, the child is father of the man)
Have you listened as they played? (That’s why the child is father of the man)
Their song is love (Child, child, child, the child is father of the man)
And the children know the way (Child, child, child, the child is father of the man)
A child