Roddy Frame's "Surf" And Some Bruno Mars Songs


       “Play some love songs,” somebody requested while I was listening to some old progressive rock songs in my cell phone (which was connected to the stereo). I stopped what was playing and searched for love songs on YouTube, saw a previously played video of Roddy Frame, Surf, and played it again.

       Surf is of course the title track from what I think is Roddy Frame’s best solo album, Surf. High Land, Hard Rain is his best Aztec Camera album, in my book. Surf is the best song in the album, it’s slow and quiet, like most of the (love) songs in the album, and utterly beautiful.

       "Play some Bruno Mars songs," the requester said when the song finished. I searched for some Bruno Mars songs, played it and then went to my room and slept.



Surf
Roddy Frame

Amazing, grace-filled guiding light
See her safely home tonight
The east-end squares've grown cold and loud
Since I lived there with the twilight crowd
The west end lights have lost their wow
Trail my thoughts, show me the way to the heart of her
I'm half-lost, wondering if I should follow
Or lay low
Sweet, slight arresting bright light smile
Peels back the layered big city style
And reveals me in the mystery of what her world could mean to me
She's an island girl
I'm lost at sea

When I was young the radio played just for me, it saved me
And now I don't want anyone who wants me, baby
Tuning out the darkness
Turning on the dawn
If life was like the songs, I'd surf across the curved horizon
And forget her and be gone

So I check my map for tiny signs
Of where she's at and where she's been
But it's made from scraps of stupid lines
From songs and scenes and magazines
It doesn't tell me what it means

Take her face out of the start of the day for me
I'm half crazed, wondering if I should follow
Or let it go

Can't get straight
Lost my way
I'm overcome by her spell

When I was young the radio played just for me, it saved me
And now I don't want anyone who wants me, baby
Tuning out the darkness
Turning on the dawn
If life was like the songs, I'd surf into the waves
And in a splash of silver she'd be gone

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Ron Mendoza said…
I couldn't agree more with you.
October 14, 2016 at 11:25 AM
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