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
(spoken)
He loves her when she’s sleeping
Summer, ‘61
Venice beach is poppin’
I’ve got a notion we come from the ocean
Hey, Mexican girl, a dahlia in your hair
You broke your hand punching the clock
Pumps drunk with oil
Open up, open up, open your eyes
Oooh oooh oooh, been too long
Lost my way
Ooh, lucky old sun
I’m going home, I’m going home
I had this dream
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
Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
Maumamayama Glory Hallelujah
3. "Narrative: Room With A View"
Brian Wilson/Van Dyke Parks
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
14. "Midnight's Another Day"
Brian Wilson/Scott Bennett
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
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
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
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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