By Sam Merz
Sucking on a little joe
bummed out I had no place to go
So I met up with a few friends
at a joint called Perkins
Talking to a guy named Matt
he invited me to a place I’d never been at
The place was called Crested Butte
Picturing mountains so acute
The other one was called Heather
They said when she aired she flew like a
feather, but when she landed, she landed like
lead, luckily she never broke her head
We drove for like twenty hours
When we saw the steeps, we began to cower
We held our heads high with our face in the sky
said to ourselves, “Today’s a good day to die!”
Standing at the top looking straight down
I felt like a god the sun was my crown
I leaped off a cliff and screamed like I’m crazed
Knee deep in powder, feel like I’m dazed
There wasn’t a track, freshies galore
and no one will believe the air I did soar
First it snowed, I was blind on my board
But I achieved freedom, again I did soar
My mind was so free, it raced like the wind
All around me was no place I’ve ever been
Suddenly in front of me
was The Cliff, Psychedelic Rocks
Defying gravity, we flew like hawks
Landing perfect, did in an edge
Taking all my thought, no time to veg.
Looking for the perfect mound
to launch off the top and leave the ground
I’d break my neck if I bailed
but over the snow I did sail
The ride that day was such a score
Just me, the hill and my snowboard
The nights were long in Crested Butte
Ladies were fine, so darn cute
Shawn, Mike and Paul lived like stars
Existing in a realm both near, yet far
Skiing with them I conquered my fears
Feeling at home, these are my peers
These days went forever skiing with friends
‘Till Saturday came and that was the end
We piled in the car headed for home
Why does this end? Why can’t I roam?
Beautiful land, but we didn’t tarry
Then we hit ice, and things got a little hairy
Straight in the ditch and didn’t gripe
Matt rode the thing like a half pipe
Then we slowed down, it just seemed like
we’re alone
but I pushed us out just call me Samson
The cat died we wanted to cry
Hicksville, South Dakota, no where to Mele
Stuck there for a night a two
Why couldn’t this happen where there’s
something to do?
The population just around three
I felt alright though no place to be
We got a place just under twenty
too bad it’s cold, I wish it was sunny
The next day we met a red neck named Charlie
Not too far from Sturgis, the place with the
Harleys
Kill us now! I do implore
Endless contentment, Permanent bored