[Verse 1]
No shoes,
no signal,
sand stuck
to the bottom of my drink.
Sun high,
shirt open,
I forgot
what day it is.
My friend got music
coming out a speaker
held together
with a little tape.
Still sounds better
than half the clubs
we paid too much
to get inside.
Girl by the palm tree
moving like
the beat
belongs to her.
Nobody filming.
Nobody posing.
That alone
makes the whole thing better.
I got three missed calls.
I see them.
I ignore them.
Not because I’m rude.
Because right now
the ocean
got better timing.
[Pre-Chorus]
Bass roll low.
Sun burn gold.
One more tune.
Don’t go home.
Hands in the air.
Salt everywhere.
Nobody here
came to care.
[Chorus]
NO SHOES,
NO SIGNAL,
GOOD VIBES
ON THE MINIMUM.
SUNSET,
BASS HEAVY,
EVERYBODY
MOVING EASY.
No shoes.
No signal.
Nothing urgent
on my mind.
If you need me...
you can find me
somewhere
between the smoke
and the tide.
[Verse 2]
Someone brought fruit
in a plastic bowl.
Someone brought cards.
Nobody remembers
who won.
We got one chair
for seven people,
so everybody
ends up sitting on the sand.
Better anyway.
My brother starts
some old reggae tune
then mixes it
into Afro drums.
Whole beach
changes shape.
Shoulders move first.
Then the waist.
Then even the guy
who swore
he “doesn’t dance”
is doing something
with both hands.
We let him live.
No judgment.
Today is generous.
[Chorus]
NO SHOES,
NO SIGNAL,
GOOD VIBES
ON THE MINIMUM.
SUNSET,
BASS HEAVY,
EVERYBODY
MOVING EASY.
No shoes.
No signal.
Nothing urgent
on my mind.
If you need me...
you can find me
somewhere
between the smoke
and the tide.
[Dance Break]
[Clavinet riff]
[Muted brass hits]
[Organ chops]
Hey!
Back it up.
Forward.
Easy.
Again.
[Verse 3]
Now the sky
going pink-orange,
and somebody
lights a little fire.
Not big.
Just enough
for everybody
to move closer.
One girl says:
“This is perfect.”
Nobody answers.
Because saying it
might ruin it.
So we just sit there.
Bass still playing.
Smoke moving sideways.
Water turning dark.
And I think:
we spend too much money
trying to create
what sometimes happens
for free.
A beach.
A speaker.
Some food.
A few people
you don’t have to impress.
That’s luxury too.
Just nobody
puts it in magazines.
[Bridge]
[Drums strip down]
Take your time.
Still move.
Take your time.
Still groove.
We ain’t sleeping.
We ain’t rushing.
Somewhere in between
feels good.
[Final Chorus]
NO SHOES,
NO SIGNAL,
MOONLIGHT
ON THE MINIMUM.
BASS STILL
TOO HEAVY,
EVERYBODY
STILL MOVING EASY.
No shoes.
No signal.
No tomorrow
for a while.
If the whole world
needs an answer...
tell them
we lost reception
with a smile.
[Outro]
[Clavinet stops]
Someone says:
“Battery’s dead.”
...
Good.
Play the drum.
