"The Ballad of Rabbi Shifren"
"The Ballad of Rabbi SHifren"
(sung to the tune of "Imagine", by John Lennon)
Imagine there's no kooks out...I wonder if you can....
No Fritos or Big Mac wrappers strewn ,
Below only sand...
Imagine all the SUP's and rental boards banned,
Surfing brothers left alone in peace....
Youuuuu, you may think that that the 405 wasn't created,
But you're the only one...I hope one day you'll find something else to do....and the world will be fun! (once again)
Imagine parking enforcement and LACO Sheriffs are on strike,
It isn't hard to do....
A day of rapture for you and the bros...Especially at the Bu...
Imagine there's no black balls or lifeguards,
or paramilitary tactics in the line-up
A true surfing ethos, where beginners are exiled to Bay Street
Imagine the surf report and internet were no longer....
True peace of mind for all...
You wake up one day and can't figure out,
Which pretext you'll use on your girlfriend....
Imagine butt wiggling and hand thrashing are passe
Youuuuuu may think I'm a cynic...but I'm not the only one.
Absolve yourself of hype, and "fake" surf....
and be the man you were destined to be!
Note: paddling shots below where taken in 45 degree water, with no one out, plenty of parking, no graffiti on the redwoods, so pristine that the ozone quickly recedes from the body. A paddle down memory lane to the genesis of our Sport of Kings, a lost era that we conjure up somewhere deep in our collective souls, a time of innocence and discovery we all long for..shaloha to all the tribe.