Two Afternoons - Tropical Fuck Storm

Midafternoon, high summer

On the island’s southern shore

Just you and your boy Zorba

Going where the water’s warm

Where the sea’s a desolation

It ain’t much better than the land

And any trace of civilisation

Has been long buried in the sand

Like waves on thirsty beaches

Where goats with human faces

And the skeletons of horses

They roam the fourth dimension

Long before anyone drank hemlock

Long before anyone got nailed up

Two afternoons that reign ‘cause they were forever going to pains

Tryin' make their names tearing each other up

This morn you woke and spoke of dreaming

About two endless afternoons

Well I feel old by hotel pools

But in the future I’ll be history

Though I’m happy going anywhere you choose

The sea, the sky, your dreaming eyes

And a heat that won’t let up

I hear someone say «I see the coast of Africa from here»

But you’re asleep or you don’t bother looking up

They said that later on there’d be a party on the beach

I look around me now and I can see it’s still at large

I would not hold them to their promises

‘cause this could all be a mirage

We used to dive down to the bottom

Way out beyond the shore

But something’s changed

Where, what, how, when?

I do not really think I wanna know about

What’s down there anymore

Well the last time we went down there

I was not feeling very good

But you could always hold your breath

A whole lot longer than I could

Well of course you’d go a long way in a short time

If you felt that’s what you wanted

You’ve only gotta back yourself for once

But me I’m trying to enjoy two afternoons under the dunes

Though all I’ve made’s a detailed survey of the surface of the sun

Just say from this day forward

You won’t ever look behind

And everything that you believe in

It just depends on what you find