Ithaka - Seabra Is Mad lyrics

Seabra is the name of the rider Who will wait for hours for an outsider We made a trip in the middle of the winter We rode a place that left my stick a splinter The kind of walls that block out the sky Underwater out of breath I saw my life flash by Then Seabra got axed by a big mack set It was bigger than a house It was bigger than the debt Held down for about an hour He took the brunt of the big mack's power Most would split after a fall like that But like a rubber bat ... Seabra swung back Straight back to the peak Just like a junkie, he's a big wave freak CITY SOCIETY CALLS HIM A STRANGER CUZ, SEABRA CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THE DANGER BUT I JUST CALL SEABRA MAD BALLS OF STEEL THE RIDER IS BAD SEABRA IS MAD SEABRA IS MAD It was there at M. where he broke the berry A gloomy five meters to most would be scary But Seabra on his featherlight foil He paddled straight out and sat on the boil And when he dug his hands in deep Slowly but slowly he began to creep And speeded up to a glide Dropped down verticle ... Seabra was inside Of a big fat cave ... but not of stone This cave spun and was chased by foam Got blasted out with his mug still dry And that's when Seabra began to fly Through three more sections and to the shoulder Then a fat roundhouse around a boulder CITY SOCIETY CALLS HIM A STRANGER CUZ, SEABRA CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THE DANGER BUT I JUST CALL SEABRA MAD BALLS OF STEEL THE RIDER IS BAD SEABRA IS MAD SEABRA IS MAD There was a day at a place we call Bruxas Lots of big holes ... the reef was crucial It was getting night ... time for us to exit But the current was a river, no it just wouldn't let us Valente, Seabra, me ... it was the three of us With bone-crushing pounders was our heads gonna bust? One way to find out was Seabra's thinking Dropped into a pit without even blinking Getting broken bones was better than drowning Got raked over rocks ... received quite a pounding But mad-mad Seabra made it to land With no broken bones and no broken head So Valente and me ... we followed Senhor Psyco Out of d**h's pit with only damage to our egos Indirect-like, he'd saved our skins We lived to tell our story and sin more sins CITY SOCIETY CALLS HIM A STRANGER CUZ, SEABRA CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THE DANGER BUT I JUST CALL SEABRA MAD BALLS OF STEEL THE RIDER IS BAD SEABRA IS MAD SEABRA IS MAD © Ithaka Darin Pappas 1997