I was first exposed to a brief segment of the song in 1990's "Pump Up The Volume," a once favored film now relegated to guilty pleasure. I picked-up the soundtrack very used at what looked to be a dust bowl flea market many years later. Not long after, this specific version of the Pixies b-side nuzzled against my bosom, where it shall rest forevermore. Over the years, the song has given me a good deal of peace in mind. One day, I'd love to write Aquaman, just so I can repurpose the title. When I die, I have stated repeatedly to my friends this is the single must-play track for my memorial.
Cease to resist
Giving my goodbye
Drive my car into the ocean
You'll think I'm dead
but I sail away
On a wave of mutilation
a wave
wave
I've kissed mermaids, rode the El Niño
Walked the sand with the crustaceans
Could find my way to Mariana
On a wave of mutilation,
wave of mutilation
wave of mutilation
wave
wave of mutilation
wave
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