Erlend Øye
Wipeout
I'll be the first one
Out there tomorrow
The first one out there on the waves

And I'll be gliding
Elegant and beautiful
Oh my god
Surfing is so cool

I'll be the first one
Out there tomorrow
The first one out there on the waves

I'll be gliding
Elegant and beautiful
Oh my god
Surfing is so cool

But in the morning
When I paddle out it's true
No one else is there

The white water is massive
It's much like a brick wall
The waves are giant monsters
They lift me and I fall
My board behind me on a leash
It's spinning me around
I can't get to out breath [?]
I'm not a waterboard

For a second it gets calm
I just get sucked into the sea
And the next one hammers
On my head immediately

I was the first one
Out there this morning
The first one out there on the waves

And I got hammered
Pounded and baked
Why am I so weak for heaven's sake

I bring my board to the pawnshop
And my wetsuit too
Cash converters, panhandling companies

A perfect to a grid
Of things you can't use
One advice I can't refuse
"Start collecting stamps instead"
I try hard but I keep on falling in the surf
I can't breathe underwater
I better stay on earth

And I watched them other people
Riding on the wave
And then
Go to sleep and tomorrow try again

I'll be the first one
Out there tomorrow
The first one out there on the waves

And I get hammered
Pounded and baked
But I'm gonna learn to surf for heaven's sake

I'll be the first one
Out there tomorrow
The first one out there on the waves

And I get hammered
Pounded and baked
But I'm gonna learn to surf for heaven's sake