Surfers Trace Songtext
von Wilder Maker

Surfers trace the long line of a triangle in loose threads
Like pencil marks, a seagull′s eye
Black catching light
The boardwalk neon
I had a vision and it died
No need to tell a soul


Photos in magazines where the ocean was brighter than
In reality, four small crabs on a bench
Tonight will they break the tiny legs
And feast will the boy recall forever
The warm light and the table full

Men silent as birds at the urinals
Unreadable faces death in traces endless meals
Of bright colors, yellow plantain
Red cabbage, green avocado
Limes bursting on your fingers


The mirror's not my friend
Never has been
The sand stays in my toes
I hate this body but I love you so
I have to change my life
Or be forever washed away