Beach music, also known as Carolina beach music, is a regional genre which developed from various musical styles of the forties, fifties and sixties. These styles ranged from big band swing instrumentals to the more raucous sounds of blues/jump blues, jazz, doo-wop, boogie, rhythm and blues, reggae, rockabilly and old-time rock and roll. Beach music is closely associated with the style of swing dance known as the shag, or the Carolina shag, which is also the official state dance of both North Carolina and South Carolina. Recordings with a 4/4 "blues shuffle" rhythmic structure and moderate-to-fast tempo are the most popular music for the shag, and the vast majority of the music in this genre fits that description.
A majority of the recordings that constituted and/or influenced beach music early on were originally termed "race music". As popular R&B tastes changed to encompass funk, reggae, disco, hip hop and gangsta rap, the predominantly white beach music enthusiasts have remained more loyal to the "old school" stylings. This has been due primarily to the beat and tempo of the music, as well as the long established non-threatening nature of this form of African-American music toward its southern white audience base.
One or two more times inside my head, and what's it stand for
Racing time, the temporary far away from your door
Once in a while, I find I run one more mile
Though I know you're not my idea
Feel I'm kind of stuck with you
What's behind the lines, the lines
Caught in the center, your hollow entertainer
And I wonder, whatever do I see in you?
Yeah, but I see it in you
Autumn breaks, your boyfriend wakes, leaves fast with your daughter
I? ve seen you time and time again, pictures of them
And tell me about your royalty and (ice land)
You waltzed right in the center and just sat
You threw our lives upon our ears like that
I can't believe you died
Caught in the center, your hollow entertainer
And I wonder, whatever do I see in you?
Yeah, but I see it in you
(CD) turns, the candle burns, bed-ridden 'cause you have to
Sleeping all your days away, 'cause waking hours scare you
How about a smile be the last thing that I did to you?
Hands off the trigger, 'cause I'm a hollow entertainer
Also, I wonder whatever do I see in you?
And did you see it in me?