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Body On The Beach
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"Body On The Beach"
Words & Music by Stephens Witt ©2023
There’s a body on the beach
Motionless and sad
Paramedics came
Gave him what they had
But there he still lies
Beyond anyone’s reach
In the sun and the sand
This body on the beach
Face to the sky
Staring blind at the sun
No one seems to know him
We’re all a little stunned
Did he drown in the surf?
Is there a knife in his back?
A good guy or bad?
This body on the sand
Three bits of fabric
On your body golden tan
Blend you in with all the rest
Up and down the sand
So no one took a notice
Of one glance and nothing more
To be damn sure all life was gone
From this body on the shore
There’s a body on the beach
Police dragged him up the shore
Beach towel over his face
Let him bake a little more
The ambulance arrived
Declared he was deceased
Then they drove away
And left the body on the beach
The day went on
In the tropic breeze
Family picnics in the shade
Monkeys in the trees
Police were standing by their van
The body at their feet
They’re all talkin’ World Cup
To the body on the beach
It really was the oddest thing
When you sat down at the bar
You made me feel desirable
And that was quite bizarre
‘cause my looks they are nothing
In my room you were so sweet
Then you would not leave and you would not talk
About the body on the beach
On a bed of steel
The coroner did find
Pin pricks from an earring
Up and down his spine
But drowning was the cause of death
The coroner did reach
With ten grand in his pocket
One less body on the beach
When I saw him lying there
Arms by his side
His ring caught my attention
Can’t get that off my mind
So much like the one you wore
When we met yesterday
And now that I connect the dots
You’ve hidden yours away
You’re acting pretty cool
But it’s there in your eyes
Fear of being caught
Satisfaction in your lies
Was it money you were after
Was it hate beyond belief
Or do you just enjoy
Leaving bodies on the beach
Out of sight out of mind
Forgotten today
Bikinied bodies sunbathe
On the very spot he lay
No I don’t need the facts ma’am
I know what I have seen
I know I need to leave before
They find you here with me
Now I’m flying home
They say it’s a full flight
But there are two seats empty
As we head into the night
You said you would be driving south
You wouldn’t tell me where
South beyond the border
But I really didn’t care
This body on the beach
Motionless and sad
I don’t know just what he did
But he made you pretty damn mad
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Stephens Witt Fort Collins, Colorado
Love your new album Steve!
I’m listening in the car and don’t have any road rage anymore!
😀
Margaret
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