En la soleada California de los años 1960, un grupo de jóvenes músicos decidió capturar la esencia de su entorno en forma de música. The Beach Boys nacieron en 1961 en Hawthorne, un suburbio de Los Ángeles. Los hermanos Brian, Dennis y Carl Wilson, junto con su primo Mike Love y su amigo Al Jardine, formaron la alineación original.
Brian Wilson, el principal arquitecto sonoro del grupo, creció en un ambiente donde la música era un componente central. Su padre, Murry Wilson, un aspirante a compositor, alentó a sus hijos a desarrollar sus talentos musicales desde temprana edad. El resultado fue un sonido innovador que mezclaba armonías vocales complejas con la influencia del rock and roll de la época.
El primer gran éxito de The Beach Boys llegó en 1962 con la canción Surfin' Safari, que se convirtió en un hit en la escena musical californiana. Este éxito fue seguido rápidamente por el álbum Surfin' USA en 1963, cuyo título homónimo se convirtió en un himno del surf rock. Las letras hablaban de la cultura del surf, pero la propuesta musical iba mucho más allá: su magistral uso de armonías vocales y su innovador enfoque en la producción marcaban la diferencia.
Liderados por Brian, quien encontró inspiración en el grupo de estudio de Phil Spector, The Beach Boys lanzaron una serie de éxitos durante los primeros años de la década de los 60. Canciones como Surfer Girl,
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Trader Song Lyrics
Trader by Beach Boys [Wendy:] Hi
Trader
Trader sailed a jeweled crown
Humanity rowed the way
Exploring to command more land
Scheming how to rule the waves.
Trader spied a virgin plain
And named it for velvet robes
Wrote home declaring,
"There's a place
Where totally folks are free
(Happily completely)
Nourishment fills the prairies and the hillsides
And animals stalk the mountains and the seaside
And fish abound the lakes and birds the skies
Signed sincerely."
Trader found the jeweled land
Was occupied before he came
By humans of a second look
Who couldn't even write their names shame
Trader said they're not as good
As folks who wear velvet robes
Wrote home again and asked, "Please help
Their breasts I see; they're not like me
Banish them from our prairies and our hillsides
Clear them from our mountains and our seaside
I want them off our lakes so please reply
Signed sincerely."
Trader he got the crown okay
Cleared humanity from his way
He civilized all he saw
Making changes every single day say
Shops sprang over the prairies and the hillsides
Then roads cut through the mountains to the seaside
The other kind fled to hide, by and by,
And so sincerely
Cried.
Making it softly
Like the evening sea, trying to be
Making it go
Creating it gently
Like a morning breeze, a life of ease
Eyes that see
Beyond tomorrow, through to the time without hours
Passing the Eden of Flowers
Reason to live.
Embracing together
Like the merging streams, crying dreams
Making it full
Begging intently
For a slight reprieve, a night of ease
Hands to touch
Beyond the sorrow, on to the force without power
Piercing the crust of the tower
Reason to live.
Hoping
Like a budding rose, humbling shows
Making it.
Struggling lonely
Like a desert field, break the seal, make it real
Ears to hear
Beyond the showers, on to the suns of tomorrows
Burning the flesh of all sorrows
Reason to live.
Reason to continue
Reason to go on
Reason to live
Reason to live
Reason to live