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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You need a mess of help to stand alone Song Lyrics
You need a mess of help to stand alone by Beach Boys I need a breeze blowing softly
To keep my wind vane from standing
I need a whole lot of sunshine
To keep my sundial advancing
I need some soil 'fore my grass will grow
I need some spark to make my candle glow
Relief I cried
Ain't no shuck 'n' jive
I need a mess of help to stand alone
I need a spark by a fire
To stop the cold of my winter
I need a burst of your raindrops
To keep a flow in my river
I need a call for my phone will ring
I need your song for my voice will sing
Please realize
I'm not half alive
Without a mess of help to stand alone
(She don't know me)
(She don't know it)
(She don't know)
(She don't know me)
(She don't know it)
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I need the warmth of your smile
To heat my frostbitten sorrow
I need your hand on my shoulder
To lead todays to tomorrows
I need your strength to lock me to the track
I need your trust to bust the things I lack
Belief I cried
Ain't no shuck 'n' jive
I need a mess of help to stand alone
(She don't know me)
(She don't know it)
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(She don't know me)
(She don't know it)
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