KYLE by Executive Tire Swing Club Lyrics
The whole ocean is rumbling
Seafood is the image
It’s glacially frigid
Ice crashes on the sand dunes
My brother stands steadfast staring back at the breakers
It’s choppy as steak knives
He tightens his wristband
My mother is watching
And so is my sister
A woman sits facing out, staring into the distance
Look back to my brother
He throws up his wet-hood
He picks up his surfboard-
And with no-one to guide him
But the will of the ancients
He leaps into the water
Swims into the distance
And the sea’s blasting past him
All the seagulls arе watching
As he dives at the giants
Just to vanish bеneath them
ICE COLD
SEATIDE
SEAFOAM
ROGUE WAVES
FREE FALLING
INTO OLD WAYS
Fruity Pebbles and Vodka, I’m that sweety-ass combo
Do my stim, do my gaga, but I’ve acted so awful
I look out at the water, now he’s gone, I can’t find him
If I keep looking harder then I’m only reminded
It’s not his first rodeo. I was five, he fell in there
And he might not be around if just a single thing had been different
Not to mention, my darkest hour feeling thoughts so deceiving
If I ever harm my family throw myself back to the demons
Then I think about Grammy, she’d have come out supporting
See what we’ve got in store for her
More chords, but she’d have worn something warmer
Wish she made it today, or made it out here on the porch
But then I remember that she’s here forever and
This beach is her orchard
But out there, it’s getting rougher
Still nowhere in sight
And I can’t help but wonder like, have I been enough? Or
What if that was my brother?
What if it’d been the deep end?
What if that was it?
And that’s when I see him
And he’s surfing
And he’s surfing
And he’s surfing
And he’s surfing
(I also have a sister she's pretty cool too)
Seafood is the image
It’s glacially frigid
Ice crashes on the sand dunes
My brother stands steadfast staring back at the breakers
It’s choppy as steak knives
He tightens his wristband
My mother is watching
And so is my sister
A woman sits facing out, staring into the distance
Look back to my brother
He throws up his wet-hood
He picks up his surfboard-
And with no-one to guide him
But the will of the ancients
He leaps into the water
Swims into the distance
And the sea’s blasting past him
All the seagulls arе watching
As he dives at the giants
Just to vanish bеneath them
ICE COLD
SEATIDE
SEAFOAM
ROGUE WAVES
FREE FALLING
INTO OLD WAYS
Fruity Pebbles and Vodka, I’m that sweety-ass combo
Do my stim, do my gaga, but I’ve acted so awful
I look out at the water, now he’s gone, I can’t find him
If I keep looking harder then I’m only reminded
It’s not his first rodeo. I was five, he fell in there
And he might not be around if just a single thing had been different
Not to mention, my darkest hour feeling thoughts so deceiving
If I ever harm my family throw myself back to the demons
Then I think about Grammy, she’d have come out supporting
See what we’ve got in store for her
More chords, but she’d have worn something warmer
Wish she made it today, or made it out here on the porch
But then I remember that she’s here forever and
This beach is her orchard
But out there, it’s getting rougher
Still nowhere in sight
And I can’t help but wonder like, have I been enough? Or
What if that was my brother?
What if it’d been the deep end?
What if that was it?
And that’s when I see him
And he’s surfing
And he’s surfing
And he’s surfing
And he’s surfing
(I also have a sister she's pretty cool too)