This Is Capitola

Lyrics

[Intro - Explosive live beach-festival opening with violent snare count-in, roaring surf-rock rhythm guitars slamming in immediately, melodic vintage bass bouncing beneath the mix, tambourine shaking aggressively on every backbeat, massive Capitola crowd already clapping and shouting at full volume, Pacific ocean nearly drowned beneath the raw live-band energy] This is Capitola!! Our beautiful home. Everyone loves Capitola! Where tourists feel they belong. [Verse 1 - Fast dual-lead melodic storytelling vocal with urgent almost-overdriven delivery, punchy snare cracks and rolling bass counter-melodies pushing the momentum forward, bright electric guitar stabs answering each phrase, crowd bouncing and clapping wildly in rhythm, warm Pacific sunset wind bleeding naturally through the open stage microphones] Sand holds the steps of son and daughter. Soquel Creek meets the salty ocean water. Village shops displaying something new. Cliffs look down as birds fly through. [Modified Chorus - Massive Beatles-style beach singalong exploding across Capitola Beach, soaring three-part harmony stacks stretching wide across the stereo field, pounding live drums and crashing cymbals driving harder every measure, tambourine accents cutting violently through the mix, thousands of voices screaming “This is Capitola!!” beside the glowing Pacific sunset] This is Capitola!! A Village and a Mall. Everyone loves Capitola! It’s a home for us all. [Verse 2 - Driving live rock-and-roll momentum with reckless vocal urgency, aggressive rhythm guitar strumming and melodic bass movement racing beneath the vocals, tom fills accelerating into every line, crowd energy rising louder and more chaotic, ocean wind pushing through the open-air beach mix] Oldest beach resort on the Pacific shore. Rainbow painted Venetian where seagulls soar. Wharf wood worn one hundred sixty nine years. Generation after generation all hold it dear. [Bridge - Festival-wide emotional lift with widening surf-rock guitars and accelerating tom fills beneath rising harmony vocals, drums briefly pulling back as the Pacific ocean suddenly opens across the stereo field, crowd voices swelling together under crashing waves before the final explosion] We sing to our city, we sing to the sea, We sing for the ones who make us all “we”. [Outro - Full-band euphoric beach-festival finale with relentless snare drive, soaring harmony stacks, screaming surf-rock guitars, melodic bass fills dancing beneath the chaos, tambourines shaking wildly, thousands of voices roaring “This is Capitola!!” together as the sunset explodes across the Pacific Ocean] This is Capitola! Our beautiful home!! Everyone loves Capitola!!! Where tourists feel they belong!!!!