Seabra is mad - Ithaka

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 death’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