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The Existential Dreadniks - Watso and the Shark | 90s Dark Minimalist Folk Ballad

I was going for a late-era Leonard Cohen vibe for this. When I started it was going to be a goofy surf rock piece. It changed in the telling. Watso and the Shark by Byron Fenris This is a song about a surfer A dude we all called Watso High one night he said “So what?” backward— And so he was named The day had been fine But the sun was descending He had time The horizon told him That sets were forming Out beyond the break He paddled out during the lull Toward the deep water To the outside He turned, and waited in the still quiet For the slow energy of gathering power Waiting for the lift Waiting for the water To feel just right He felt the thickening of the swells And knew it was close He began to paddle And then he felt it The presence, the shift Of water beneath him Of something large passing by Down in the darkness below Water that did not feel right at all He knew what it was They were out here It was their sea No worries, they didn’t usually eat people Except for sometimes Waiting for the lift Waiting for the water To feel just right It was time to commit The swells were ready He paddled to meet The speed of the growing wave And readied for takeoff There was a stillness behind him A pressure A change in the water The shark, too Was ready to commit Up, then! The wave was growing He felt the lift The wave standing Time to go Head down, eyes forward He took off Feeling the drop Momentum picking up But the shark was moving He felt it behind him Like a weight There! A shadow under the drop It was pacing him Moving ahead slightly To intercept “Not gonna make it easy for you, buddy,” Watso said And he began to pump Picking up speed Carving high, then low Cutting a hard line down the face But he knew That it wouldn’t be enough But the wave was high He had a shot He set the rail And stalled With a left-hand drag As the wave’s lip Threw over him And he entered the green room Threading the tube Parallel to the pale shore “How do you like this move, buddy?” he said Low in the crouch and covered Making good distance Feeling alive But then he saw Ahead Where the barrel ended A shadow held the exit It broke his line just enough He felt the board skip He felt the rail let go As the barrel closed In a whitewater explosion And he wiped out Shark and board lost In a roar of thunder And foam And in that whitewater blur He saw Or thought he saw The flash of teeth Triangular, serrated Sharp There was a sudden tug on his leg No pain Just a tug He knew what that meant But moments later When he staggered onto the beach He realized he was doing it On two legs The tether to his board Was severed Watso turned to the sea And said: “Man, I loved that board— But I love my leg A bit more. Bon appétit, buddy.” And he walked up the beach In the sunset Whistling Disclaimer: The Existential Dreadniks are an AI "band." However, the song is created by a human USING AI as a tool, it is NOT created BY AI. Enjoy! Byron's Halloween novel The Late Edge of October is available cheap on kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DLVJB7S8 Support our stuff! Buy goodies at https://www.teepublic.com/user/simonw... Who is Byron Fenris? http://byronfenris.com Made with suno.com