Seabra Is Mad by 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
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