I grew up listening to the Beach Boys. Living in the Midwest meant I had yet to experience the ocean myself, but I loved watching movies and hearing songs about it. I wanted to marry a surfer someday and even wrote a musical set to their songs and acted it when I was supposed to be cleaning our family room on Saturdays. This song I sat down, tried to write, and failed. But as usual, my brain was still working on it even when I wasn’t, and I woke up one morning with the song in my head. When Kyle and I worked on this song, he forced me to sing it. (I felt really bad for him.) Somehow, he was able to hear through my bad pitch and use that in combination with the lyrics and my inspiration to come up with the musical arrangement for ‘Meet Me at the Beach.’
My original lyrics are below.
Meet Me at the Beach
Sun shining on your face.
Ice cream at our favorite place.
Blonde hair blowing in the breeze.
Come on, baby, spend your summer days with me.
Toes running through the sand,
Bikini lines mark your tan.
Kissing in the ocean waves,
Crashing on the beach for days.
Venice, Hermosa, Malibu,
It’s you plus me and me plus you.
A melody in the breeze,
Baby, meet me at the beach.
Cotton candy, Ferris wheel,
Crazy in love is how I feel.
Blasting out our favorite tunes,
Late nights sneaking in your room.
Surfing in the early morn,
Always wanting you some more.
Drinking ‘round a bonfire,
Summer nights were gettin’ higher.
Venice, Hermosa, Malibu,
It’s you plus me and me plus you.
A melody in the breeze,
Baby, meet me at the beach.
You and me in the sand,
Moon above us, holding hands.
Don’t want this night to end,
Just wanna kiss you again.
And again…
Venice, Hermosa, Malibu,
It’s you plus me and me plus you.
A melody in the breeze,
Baby, meet me at the beach.
However, when Kyle was trying to get the melody right, he was struggling with the flow of the lyrics. So, after some collaboration, we had tweaked the song. Below are the final lyrics.
Meet Me at the Beach
Sun shining on your face.
Ice cream at our favorite place.
Blonde hair blowing in the breeze.
Baby, spend your summer days with me.
Laying in the sand,
Drinking, getting tan.
Kissing in these heat waves.
Got my Ray-Bans.
Laughing, holding hands.
Crashin’ on the beach for days.
I’m thinking ’bout . . .
Venice and Malibu
It’s only me and only you.
I love it; you’re all I really need.
Baby, meet me at the beach.
Cotton candy, Ferris wheel,
Crazy love is what I feel.
Blasting out our favorite tunes,
Late nights sneaking in your room.
Moonlight on the shore,
Always wanting more.
You light me up like a bonfire.
You make me hit the floor.
That’s what lips are for.
Summer nights, we’re getting higher.
I’m thinking ’bout . . .
Venice and Malibu
It’s only me and only you.
I love it; you’re all I really need.
Baby, meet me at the beach.
When it’s just us.
I feel the rush of every ocean wave.
And after a kiss,
I never imagined it as good as this.
I’m thinking ’bout . . .
Venice and Malibu
It’s only me and only you.
I love it; you’re all I really need.
Baby, meet me at the beach.