THAT LUCKY OLD SUN

        Brian Wilson

        Producer: Brian Wilson
        Released September 2, 2008
        Album Archive entry
        Guitar tabs


        1. That Lucky Old Sun
        2. Morning Beat
        3. Narrative:Room With A View
        4. Good Kind Of Love
        5. Forever She'll Be My Surfer Girl
        6. Narrative: Venice Beach
        7. Live Let Live/That Lucky Old Sun (Reprise)
        8. Mexican Girl
        9. Narrative: Cinco De Mayo
        10. California Role/That Lucky Old Sun (Reprise)
        11.
        Narrative: Between Pictures
        12. Oxygen To The Brain
        13. Can't Wait Too Long
        14. Midnight's Another Day
        15. That Lucky Old Sun (Reprise)
        16. Going Home
        17. Southern California



        1. "That Lucky Old Sun"
        Haven Gillespie/Beasley Smith

        Lucky Old Sun
        Lucky Old Sun

        Up in the mornin'
        Out on the job
        Work so hardfor my pay
        But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
        But roll around heaven all day.

        Show me that river, take me across
        Wash all my troubles away
        Whilst that lucky old sun, got nothing to do
        But roll around heaven all day


        2. "Morning Beat"
        Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

        Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
        Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah

        The sun burns a hole through the 6 a.m. haze
        Turns up the volume and shows off its rays
        Another dodger blue sky is crowning L.A.
        The city of angels is blessed every day
        That lucky old sun smiles on me
        Wanna slide down the mountain into the dancing sea
        I’m listening to the morning beat
        It’s rising from star-studded concrete

        This city has my favorite soundtrack
        It makes you want to move even though it’s laid back
        Take it in stride, it’ll kick-start your feet
        When you’re tuned in to the morning beat

        Driving through the maze of the Hollywood hills
        Heading to the ocean for a view that could kill
        Watching from the wheel at Santa Monica pier
        A million diamonds floating on heavenly tears
        The gentle wind won’t make a sound
        Even though it’s forcing the waves to pound

        Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
        Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
        Hear those guitars gently strumming
        Hear those voices softly humming
        It’s hard to feel down, living in this town
        But you’re so far away
        It’s a long long way from January all the way to December

        Even when the sun and I head off to sleep
        There’s an unspoken promise that we keep
        We’ll pilot our light into another day
        And keep a golden glow warming up L.A.
        Even when dreams are deep and sweet
        I’m listening for the rhythm of the morning beat I’ll listen for the morning beat
        Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
        Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah


        3. "Narrative: Room With A View"
        Brian Wilson/Van Dyke Parks

        (spoken)
        Just now I was thinkin’ ‘bout another perfect day
        Wishin’ it would come again your way
        Down below a sparkled city scatters by the bay
        Tells you your suspicions are at play
        One by one
        A carpeted star spangled city sleeps
        Like so many dancin’ diamonds with a beat
        Each of them a home
        With walls of stories they could tell
        Meet the crack of dawn
        A freeway starts to roll
        An owl hoots its last goodbye to a coyote on patrol
        Each day keeps me guessin’
        Will you take what I’m confessin’
        Will you find the heart beat in L.A.


        4. "Good Kind Of Love"
        Brian Wilson

        He loves her when she’s sleeping
        And all the dreams she’s keeping
        She keeps them in a jar, but not too far from her heart

        They have the good kind of love,good kind of love,
        good kind of love
        They have the right kinda thing, right kind of thing
        right kind of thing
        Makes me want to sing it to you
        Just him and her, they're so close together
        Now they just met and scored a new found treasure
        Oh Oh run to him, run to him, right to his arms
        They have the good kind
        They have the good kind
        They have the good kind of love

        Now she finds peace in knowing, knowing he’ll always be there
        Imagine all the women who’d like a man like him

        They have the good kind of love,good kind of love,
        good kind of love
        They have the right kinda thing, right kind of thing
        right kind of thing
        Makes me want to sing it to you
        Just him and her, they're so close together
        Now they just met and scored a new found treasure
        Oh Oh run to him, run to him, right to his arms
        They have the good kind
        They have the good kind
        They have the good kind of love

        The sun keeps on shining
        He rolls ‘round heaven above
        A little bit of loving and a kissing and a hugging
        That’s how they fell in love

        They have the good kind
        They have the good kind
        They have the good kind of love


        5. "Forever She'll Be My Surfer Girl"
        Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

        Summer, ‘61
        A goddess became my song
        I fell in her ocean eyes
        As endless as the sky
        Forever she’ll be my surfer girl
        Forever she’ll be my surfer girl
        My little one

        First love is the moment
        You can’t repeat, but you’ll always own it
        The gift she gave to me
        Her timeless melody
        Forever she’ll be my surfer girl
        Forever she’ll be my surfer girl
        My little one

        So sweet
        Now there’s all kinds of music (so sweet)
        And don’t you know the truth is (so sweet)
        You were my special lover
        So sweet
        You were my baby grand (so sweet)
        Such a sweet ballad and (oh so sweet)
        Sweet voices right from heaven
        Radio seven

        So long, so long ago
        Two waves gently said hello
        We'll never say goodbye
        Though the horizon dies
        Forever she’ll be my surfer girl
        Forever she’ll be my surfer girl
        My little one


        6. "Narrative: Venice Beach"
        Brian Wilson/Van Dyke Parks

        Venice beach is poppin’
        Like live shrimp dropped on a hot wok
        Hucksters, hustlers and hawkers
        Set up their boardwalk shops
        Home for all the homeless, hopeless
        Well heeled and deranged
        Still, nothin’ here seems out of place or strange
        There’s an old smudge of a beatnik by the bay
        Lookin’ like a dog who’s had his day
        Like a dream he drifts away
        He’d like to go out on the pier
        To hear the reedy carousel
        It’s got a melody that sets you free
        And says, “Let’s set a spell”
        Just to hear the heart beat in L.A.


        7. "Live Let Live/That Lucky Old Sun (reprise)"
        Brian Wilson/Van Dyke Parks-Haven Gillespie/Beasley Smith

        I’ve got a notion we come from the ocean
        And God Almighty passed His hand on the waters
        Blue Pacific, as azure as the sky
        Perfect for fish, making a wish
        Just like a tear drop to fall
        Whale passin’ me by wonderin’ why
        Live let live not die

        I am a diver a long line survivor
        And man’s small whale’s all
        Body gravity zero
        Play the hero, don’t mean nothing you see
        Man passin’ by, caught in the eye
        Ponderin' wherefore and why
        God help me for whale babies who cry
        live let live not die

        My heart beats so fast
        Our hearts meet at last
        Feature creatures of God
        Let them abound, where they are found
        Let’s get the hell outta there


        8. "Mexican Girl"
        Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

        Hey, Mexican girl, a dahlia in your hair
        The soul of Los Feliz, where laughter fills the air
        Won’t you make me smile
        Light up my sun dial
        Girl, you cast a net
        On the day we met
        Mexican, Mexican, Mexican girl
        Danced her way into my world

        Hey, Mexican girl, with eyes of burning fire
        Heal me with your passion
        Inspire me to inspire
        Loyal and strong, yet tender as a song
        Help me understand, make me a better man
        Mexican, Mexican, Mexican girl
        Danced her way into my world (Te Quiero)

        Hey, bonita muchacha,
        Don’t you know that I want ya?
        Hey, bonita muchacha,
        I need to know that I got ya

        You have my sacred heart
        We’ll finish at the start
        Can you picture me in your family tree?
        Mexican, Mexican, Mexican girl, Mexican girl


        9. "Narrative: Cinco De Mayo"
        Brian Wilson/Van Dyke Parks


        Down on Olvera Street, a Mexicano cry
        A Grito
        Te Quiero Te Quiero
        Te’adoro
        This is where the Anglo gets his Latin lover’s sigh
        Adios muchachas y boleros, and good bye
        Salsa rumbles rafters
        In a chop shop filled with cars
        Custom chopped and channeled
        With a drag race in their stars
        City of Angels
        Be all you can be
        Be movies
        Be A-list
        Be seen just to see
        Your part
        Repeat
        The heart beat in L.A.


        10. "California Role/That Lucky Old Sun (reprise)"
        Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett-Haven Gillespie/Beasley Smith

        You broke your hand punching the clock
        So you could heal your heart
        Took a Greyhound all the way west,to where the
        Streets are paved with stars
        It’s never too late to find your
        California role

        The Hollywood sign burns through the smog
        And reawakens your dreams
        Living under this sun, disappointment is not as bad as it seems
        It’s never too late to find your
        California role

        Every girl’s the next Marilyn
        Every guy, Errol Flynn
        Sometimes you’ve got to edit your dreams
        And find the spotlight behind the scenes
        Here in California, man I got to warn ya,
        Find your California role

        You don’t have to climb the Capitol tower
        Or play the Hollywood Bowl
        If there’s a roll in your heart, and a rock in your soul
        If you miss your shot
        It doesn’t mean you won’t reach your goal

        Be doo be doo be doo be doo
        Don’t drown your sorrows now, just take a dip
        You can satisfy your thirst with just one sip
        If you missed the premiere ’cause you never arrived
        The best part of this L.A trip just might be the ride
        Here in California, man I got to warn ya,
        Find your california role

        Roll around heaven all day
        That lucky old sun
        Roll, roll
        Roll around heaven all day
        That lucky old sun
        Roll, roll
        Roll around heaven all day
        That lucky old sun
        Roll, roll
        Roll around heaven all day
        That lucky old sun
        Roll


        11. "Narrative: Between Pictures"
        Brian Wilson/Van Dyke Parks

        Pumps drunk with oil
        Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to L.A.X.
        People fill their tanks in flights of fancy
        Actors waitin’ tables
        With a method they can’t share
        Waitin’ for what’s next
        Waitin’ for the big screen in disrepair
        I mean
        Despair
        I mean
        That actor standing there
        I mean
        Are we all not actors
        And the whole wide world our stage
        Naw—
        Some are worthy writers
        With the grit to hit the page
        To be or not to be
        Now
        Just part of the heart beat in L.A.


        12. "Oxygen To The Brain"
        Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

        Open up, open up, open your eyes
        Time, it’s time, it’s time to rise
        Okay, let’s take it slow
        You ain’t got no place to go

        I cried a million tears
        I wasted a lot of years
        Life was so dead, life was so dead

        Oxygen, oxygen right to the brain
        Skip the vices, versus get to the refrain
        Let yourself float don’t carry that weight
        Never destroy when you can create
        Ready, set in California
        I’m filling up my lungs again
        And breathing in life

        How could I have got so low
        I’m embarrassed to tell you so
        I laid around this old place
        I hardly ever washed my face

        Oxygen, oxygen right to the brain
        Skip the vices, versus get to the refrain
        Let yourself float don’t carry that weight
        Never destroy when you can create
        Ready, set in California
        I’m filling up my lungs again
        And breathing in life

        Now it don’t matter what your age is
        Don’t you know it’s just a state of mind
        Let’s get the jump on it before it’s too late
        Friendly reminder, friendly reminder

        So take a lesson from one who knows
        Just where being lazy goes
        There’s a time to live
        A reason to live

        Oxygen, oxygen right to the brain
        Skip the vices, versus get to the refrain
        Let yourself float don’t carry that weight
        Never destroy when you can create
        Ready, set in California
        I’m filling up my lungs again
        And breathing in life

        Open up, open up, open your eyes
        Time, it’s time, it’s time to rise
        Okay, let’s take it slow
        You ain’t got no place to go


        13. "Can't Wait Too Long"
        Brian Wilson

        Oooh oooh oooh, been too long
        Oooh oooh oooh, been too long


        14. "Midnight's Another Day"
        Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

        Lost my way
        The sun grew dim
        Stepped over grace
        And stood in sin

        Took the dive but couldn't swim
        A flag without the wind

        When there's no morning
        Without you
        There's only darkness
        The whole day through

        Took the diamond from my soul
        And turned it back into coal

        All these voices
        All these memories
        Made me feel like stone

        All these people
        Make me feel so alone

        Lost in the dark
        No shades of gray
        Until I found
        Midnight's another day

        Swept away
        In a brainstorm
        Chapters missing
        Pages torn

        Waited too long
        To feel the warmth
        I had to chase the sun

        All these voices
        All these memories
        Made me feel like stone

        All these people
        Made me feel so alone

        Lost in the dark
        No shades of gray
        Until I found
        Midnight's another day


        15. "That Lucky Old Sun (Reprise)"
        Haven Gillespie/Beasley Smith

        Ooh, lucky old sun
        Oh oh, lucky old sun
        Lucky old sun
        Lucky old sun
        Lucky old sun
        Lucky old sun
        He rolls around heaven all day


        16. "Going Home"
        Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

        I’m going home, I’m going home
        Back to the place where I belong
        Found peace of mind, yeah one piece at a time
        I’m going home
        (Sure don’t know why I’m rollin’ round heaven)
        I’m going home
        (Sure don’t know why I’m rollin’ round heaven)
        I heard my sound (Sure don’t know why I’m rollin’ round heaven)
        And found my smile
        (Sure don’t know why I’m rollin’ round heaven)
        Living in love, yeah yeah yeah, it’s been a while

        Homesick, (homesick)
        This son shines nowhere else (this son shines nowhere else)
        So homesick (homesick), I’m even missing myself

        At 25 I turned out the light
        Cause I couldn’t handle the glare in my tired eyes
        But now I’m back, drawing shades of kind blue skies

        Rock, roll, rollin' round heaven
        Rock, roll, rollin' round heaven
        Rock, roll, rollin' round heaven
        Rock, roll, rollin' round heaven
        Rock, roll, rollin' round heaven

        Homesick, (homesick)
        This son shines nowhere else (this son shines nowhere else)
        So homesick (homesick), I’m even missing myself

        At 25 I turned out the light
        Cause I couldn’t handle the glare in my tired eyes
        But now I’m back, drawing shades of kind blue skies

        It’s good to travel
        But not for too long
        So, now I’m home where I belong
        And that’s the key, yeah yeah yeah,
        To every song

        I’m going home
        I’m going home
        I’m going home
        I’m going home


        17. "Southern California"
        Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett

        I had this dream
        Singing with my brothers
        In harmony, supporting each other
        Tail winds, wheels spin, down the Pacific coast
        Surfin’ on the A.M., heard those voices again

        In Southern California, dreams wake up for you
        And when you wake up here, you wake up everywhere

        In the flow of the ocean, and the warmth of the rays
        Heard music in the air, and in the waves
        The wind chimed, laughter rhymed
        We had nothing but time
        In Southern California, I heard the voice of my mind

        In Southern California, dreams wake up for you
        And when you wake up here, you wake up everywhere

        Oh, it’s magical
        Living your dreams
        Don’t want to sleep, you might miss something
        Oh, it’s magical
        I’m glad it happened to me
        Nodded off in the band room
        Woke up in history

        Surfer silhouettes
        The sun went into the sea
        As we headed home, we drove into a movie
        Love songs, pretty girls — didn’t want it to end
        Tried to slow down the motion, so it could move us again

        In Southern California, dreams wake up for you
        And when you wake up here, you wake up everywhere
        Southern California
        Southern California
        (Oh, it's magical, glad it happened to me)
        Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
        Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah

        Roll around heaven all day
        Roll around heaven all day
        Roll around heaven all day
        Roll around heaven all day
        Work work workin' in the sun all day




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