Vital Beach
The Blood Brothers Lyrics


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I've fallen face first into a painting of hallucinogenic sunset
Vital beach, vital beach, vital beach yeah
Vital beach, vital beach
I'm the boy on the beach with the guitar
All the shark's beretta's: click-click, click-click, click-click, click
We're the band on the stage at the wedding by the sea with frozen tidal waves
Alright, she's a concubine turned trophy wife, he's a high profile CEO
All the seagulls mutter, "What'cha doing with your life?"
And vomit laugh tracks on your lead solos
Brittle, brittle moon!
We're grieving for you
Brittle, brittle moon held together with glue
And we sing, "Everybody's waiting for you to drop!"
Then we fall face first into another painting...
I've fallen face first into a painting of hallucinogenic seascape
Vital beach, vital beach, vital beach yeah
Vital beach, vital beach
I'm the boy in the sharkskin tuxedo
All my fans are screaming, "Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!"
My agent said I should chew off my own face
I have no taste and anything could help
Sing it again, "Three cheers for opportunity!"
This is the year of speedboats, summer homes




Still the seagulls mutter, "What'cha doing with your life?"
And vomit laugh tracks on your career goals

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Vital Beach" by The Blood Brothers describe a disillusioned and absurd world populated by characters whose aspirations and ambitions seem to be mocked by the scenery around them. The song is full of vivid and surreal images that create a picture of a world where nothing is quite as it seems. The opening lines, "I've fallen face-first into a painting of hallucinogenic sunset / At vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!" set the tone for the rest of the song. The singer seems to have lost touch with reality, and the vibrant colors of the sunset seem to be a refuge from his or her mundane existence.


The second verse introduces another character, the boy on the beach with the guitar, who is a member of a band called Sharks' Beretta's. The lyrics suggest that this world is dominated by violence, as even the sharks have guns. The wedding by the sea seems to be more of a performance, with the band playing frozen "tidal waves." The third verse introduces a couple that represents the social climbers of this world. The seagulls mock them for their shallow ambitions, and the brittle moon is a metaphor for their fragile relationship. The chorus repeats the phrase "vital beach" several times, emphasizing the importance of this imaginary place where the characters find meaning and purpose.


Line by Line Meaning

I've fallen face first into a painting
I am so immersed in this beautiful scene that it's as if I've lost touch with reality and have fallen into a painting.


Of hallucinogenic sunset.
The sunset is so intense and vivid that it feels like a drug-induced experience.


At vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
I'm at a place that's crucial and important to me, somewhere that I can't help but keep repeating the name of, and where I'm feeling ecstatic.


well I'm the boy on the beach with the guitar,
I'm a young man playing my music on the sand by the ocean.


All sharks' Beretta's:
I'm surrounded by danger in the form of lethal predators.


Click-click, click-click, click-click, click!
The sound of the sharks' guns makes me acutely aware of the danger.


We're the band on the stage at the wedding
My band is performing at a joyful celebration of love.


By the sea with frozen t-t-t-t-tidal waves.
Despite the feeling of happiness, there's a sense of fear and uncertainty, as if the waves are frozen in place and waiting to crash down on us.


alright, she's a concubine turned trophy wife,
There's a woman who was once a mistress but is now a prized possession of her wealthy and powerful husband.


He's a high profile CEO.
Her husband is someone who's at the top of a powerful company.


All the seagulls mutter,
The birds nearby make indistinct noises that seem to be critical of me.


"What'cha doing with your life?"
The seagulls' sounds are like questioning voices that echo in my head, making me wonder if I'm living up to my potential.


And vomit laugh tracks on your lead solos.
Even worse, their mocking sounds are like laughing recorded tracks being played over the top of my music, making me feel even more inadequate.


Brittle, brittle moon!
The moon is fragile and easily breakable, a symbol of something that's losing its strength and power.


We're grieving for you
We feel a sense of sadness and loss for the moon, as if it's on the verge of disappearing or dying.


Held together with glue
The moon's fragility is seen in how it's being held together with something as flimsy as glue.


And we sing,
Despite our mourning, we still use our voices to express ourselves and create music.


"Everybody's waiting for you to drop!"
The people around us are expecting us to fail and to fall apart.


Then we fall face first into another painting...
Despite the challenges and discouragement, we're still able to find beauty and inspiration in the world around us.


I'm the boy in the sharkskin tuxedo
I'm dressed in an expensive and sophisticated outfit, but I'm still aware of the danger and uncertainty around me.


All my fans are screaming,
My supporters and admirers are cheering me on and showing their appreciation for my music.


"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!!"
Their enthusiasm is so intense that they're shouting the same word over and over, expressing their joy and excitement.


My agent said I should chew off my own face
Even though I'm experiencing success, there are still people who want me to change myself and do extreme things.


I have no taste and anything could help
I'm struggling with my sense of identity and my desire to prove myself as an artist, willing to do whatever it takes to succeed even if it means compromising myself.


Sing it again, "Three cheers for opportunity!"
Despite the uncertainty and pressure of the situation, we're still using our music to celebrate the possibilities and potential of life.


This is the year of speedboats, summer homes.
We're living in a time where people are obsessed with wealth and luxury, and we're trying to navigate through that world as artists.


Still the seagulls mutter,
Despite the thrills and successes we may find, there are always voices of criticism and doubt that follow us around.


"What'cha doing with your life?"
The seagulls' persistent questioning keeps chipping away at our confidence and sense of purpose.


And vomit laugh tracks on your career goals.
Their laughter becomes a cruel commentary on our aspirations and our dreams, making us feel even more vulnerable and exposed.


at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
Throughout all the challenges and hardships, we still have a place of refuge and importance that we return to, where we can find peace and joy.


Vital beach, vital beach
The repetition of this phrase emphasizes how important this place is to us, how central it is to our lives and our sense of identity.




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