Beach Combers
by Leslie Noyes
We were the Beach Combers, baby
Barefoot and easy on the eyes
Ripped jeans and plain white tees
Making music; earning sighs
We covered the Beach Boys
Crooned all the smooth tunes
Scattered all the seagulls
Drove the turtles from their dunes.
Lately I’ve been thinking,
Life came easier back then,
But the music now’s much deeper,
And we’re rocking once again.
(Photo courtesy of Robin Garrett, a.k.a. Effron White, one of the original Beach Combers.)
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Wow!
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Thanks!
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Oh, I love this. so easy to rad and so nicely deep xxxx Well done x
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Thank you!
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OOH. I like this Leslie. Nice feel to it x
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Thank you! That’s my cousin in the middle. He’s writing and performing in Nashville nowadays!
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Well done him xxx
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He kind of had a mid-life crisis! Divorced his wife of 20+ years, moved to Nashville in search of his dreams. He’s washed dishes, driven a taxi, all sorts of stuff, but just signed with an agency.
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WOW> Well there you go xxxxxxx
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All dreams start somewhere.
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Truth!
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