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California Saga(The Beaks Of Eagles) (Remastered 2000) - The Beach Boys

An eagle's nest on the head of an old redwood

On one of the precipice footed ridges

Above Ventana Creek

That jagged country which nothing but a fallen

Meteor will ever plow

No horseman will ever ride there

No hunter cross this ridge but the winged ones

No one will steal the eggs from this fortress

She eagle is old

Her mate was shot long ago

She is now mated

With a son of hers

When lightning blasted her nest she built it again on the same tree

In the splinters of the thunder bolt

A broken shack an old man takes his time about dyin'

Just at the back a wild flowerbed that he'll lie in

In dawn's new light a man might venture

A horse drawn stage from Monterey

She eagle is older than I

She was here when the fires of eighty five

Raged on these ridges

She was lately fledged and dared not hunt ahead of them

But ate scorched meat

The world has changed in her time

Humanity has multiplied

But not here

Men's hopes and thoughts and customs have changed

Their powers are enlarged

Their powers and their follies have become fantastic

Spilled down the hill a wagon load of bodies lay scattered

Shipwrecked at sea

Limestone ore is all that mattered

They took it from the hills right through the cargo doors

How many ships have come and gone at Thurso's landing shore

The unstable animal never has been changed so rapidly

The motor and the plane and the great war have gone over him

And Lenin has lived and Jehovah died while the mother eagle

Hunts her same hills

Crying the same beautiful and lonely cry

And is never tired dreams the same dreams

And hears at night the rock slides rattle and thunder in the

Throats of these living mountains

It is good for man to try all changes

Progress and corruption powers

Peace and anguish

Not to go down the dinosaur's way

Until all his capacities have been explored

And it is good for him

To know that his needs and nature are no more changed

In fact in ten thousand years than the beaks of eagles

Eagle's plight

We know that nature's balance is undone

And it's the birthright of man to unify and live his life as one

A whisper of the word will let you soar with your soul