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Racing is in my blood, I can't quite get out of it yet.

quote by Dick Trickle
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The Race Of Standing Still

I'm racing racing towards it
Like when I was a small boy
Cutting through a waving field
Decorated by summer sunlight
Unable to remember
Unable to forget
Unable yet at peace
Unable yet scared
I'm racing racing towards it with fear and excitement
They seem unseperable
They seem so far apart
They are my close friends
They are my very ghosts
I'm racing towards it
Holding perfectly still
In the race of standing still

song performed by by Zao from Zao
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A Dead End

When racing motorbikes
around the Isle of Man
one must be aware
of deadly hairpin corners...

one does not see
until it is too late
to avoid or escape
a life racing out of line.

Many a great rider
has died an early death
racing rained, washed out, corners
‘the (sudden) dead don’t see’...

when never
going fast enough
until they have to stop
dead quick.

Attempting to get
a winner’s medal...

when racing the unforgiving
prestigious Isle of Man.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Song for Roxalie and Seth (Running)

running away
that's all I ever do
though I never thought
that I'd ever be running from you

shadows fall
across my soul, across my face
I wish that I could just come back
and take my rightful place

but my heart is racing, blood is pumping
can't believe I'm always running
away from my tears
because I never knew
my thoughts are whirling, head is spinning
can't believe I'm just beginning
to realize all you mean to me
when you're around my skies are blue

dreaming
that's all I ever do
but I never thought
that I'd have to just dream about being with you

pain is lurking
behind every twist and turn
but even after all I've been through
I guess I just never learn

now my heart is racing, blood is pumping
can't believe I'm always running
away from my tears
because I never knew
my thoughts are whirling, head is spinning
can't believe I'm just beginning
to realize all you mean to me
when you're around my skies are blue

please come back, we'll make this right
just take away this endless night
there's no reason to add up the score
we were both wrong, I admit
I don't blame you for calling it quits
but baby I'm not running anymore

now my heart is racing, blood is pumping
can't believe I'm always running
away from my tears
because I never knew
my thoughts are whirling, head is spinning
can't believe I'm just beginning
to realize all you mean to me
when you're around my skies are blue

please say I can always come home
to you

poem by Jade Leven
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The Intimidator

He knew when he was a boy
that racing was his game
As he got better in his car
They knew he wouldn't be easy to tame

As his racing years went on
he became to many The Intimidator
In the hearts of many and his son
he soon became their main mentor

He is known today as a racing legend
because of his style and races won
We will all remember that fateful day
The Daytona 500, February 18,2001

His name is Dale Earnhardt
and if you ever saw him race
the one thing we will all remember
is his intimidating face

poem by Denise Girod
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I guess it is the sense of personal satisfaction that racing gives you that I am probably going to miss, because in racing you get that feedback very quickly.

quote by Bobby Rahal
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Do you have any ambitions outside racing? My main ambition at the moment, whether inside or outside racing, is to become Formula 1 World Champion.

quote by Kimi Raikkonen
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That strategy of racing for the top five and racing for the win is where everybody wants to be.

quote by Dale Earnhardt
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Stars were racing

Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.
Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.
Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,
And the Sphinx was listening to the desert.

Candles swam. It seemed that the Colossus'
Blood grew cold; upon his lips was spreading
The blue shadow smile of the Sahara.
With the turning tide the night was waning.

Sea-breeze from Morocco touched the water.
Simooms blew. In snowdrifts snored Archangel.
Candles swam; the rough draft of 'The Prophet'
Slowly dried, and dawn broke on the Ganges.

poem by Boris Pasternak
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The meeting of both blood

The rush of the sea racing towards the point of the start
The harsh collision in the outer corners of the sea
Pushing the rocks over like a pushing a mouse on the computer
Nothing would stop the sea to reach the other.

On the other side of the anxious sea
Yet another whirling of water came in a flash
They both met at the starting point
The sound of the waves crashing were deafening to all that heard
The blood can mix with the other
They have doomed to earth as we know it

The meeting of both blood

poem by Fading Heart
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Blood Red Roses

Blood red
The roses she'd
Always received
Blood red

Blood red
The sole chroma
Of her world
Blood red

Blood red
Spurted out from
His thorn-like barbs
Blood red

Blood red
Her anguished life
Assiduous
Blood red

Blood red
Her favorite
Shade of roses
Blood red

poem by Alice Vedral Rivera
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Long Walk

I need a long walk, with someone who knows what to do
I need a long talk, I need a helping hand to pull me through
I need a tall drink, with somebody who cares, I need someone here for company
Its time to rethink and somehow find a way to put an end to this mystery
See I dont know, the pain wont go
And the hurt inside is getting so damn hard to hide
So now I pay the price, I wonder how much its gonna take
Ive gotta roll the dice, and try to take all this heartache
But I still dont know, the pain wont go
And the hurt inside is getting so damn hard to hide
I gotta work it out, cause my heart is still racing, racing away
Work it out, cause my heart is still breaking, hey
So now Ill take this long walk, I dont want anybody listenin
cause I really wanna pour it out, and all went out without ever giving in
But I still dont know, the pain wont go
Im still hurting inside and its so damn hard to hide
You gotta help me work it out, cause my heart is still racing, racing away
Work it out, cause my heart, my heart is breaking away
Ive gotta work this out, cause my heart is still racing away
Yeah, work it out, cause my heart, its so much a part of me
Work it out - gotta work it out
My heart is still racing - and Im wasting away
Work it out - Ive gotta work it out...

song performed by by Bad Company
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Unharnessed

Oh how my mind
keeps racing to you,
no matter what I seem to do.
It stops me dead
right in my tracks.
This is how my mind
reacts- to you.

My thoughts are drifting
just like me,
aimlessly like a log
on the sea.
No destination in my sight,
just endless blue
that keeps my mind unharnessed
and racing back to you.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Blance, where were you...?

Blance, where were you when I was still alive?
come just to think of it, life was a game;
Recall we were racing on Storrow Drive.

Black vanishing plummet, Oettinger strive
race on marginal speed is not to blame
Blance where were you when I was still alive?

Wolf-colder bite November frost to skive;
Vain was this agon for, distance to tame;
Recall we were racing on Storrow Drive.

Breathless our life was at twenty-five,
live dangerous, on road, afore to aim,
Blance where were you when I was still alive?

Selected Nymph, one promise to derive;
She was a softer misty form, my dame;
Recall we were racing on Storrow Drive.

Apotheotic nacreous form, swan dive;
November of anamnesis, became,
Blance where were you when I was still alive?
Recall we were racing on Storrow Drive.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Road racing at the moment because it's still so new to me. I like the fact that they are longer and teamwork is important. I guess the same is true for track, it's just that I have used track this year as a training device to improve my sprinting in road racing.

quote by Mark-Paul Gosselaar
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If You Want Blood You Got It

Its criminal, there ought to be a law
Criminal, and you know what were shootin for
Shouting at the other guy
When his back is turned
Dont know the reason why
Aint it bout time you learn
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it
Wha-ooh
Its animal, livin in the human zoo
Its animal, and I know what you gotta do
Its the curse of the working man
Givin more and gettin less
Doin everything he can, cleaning up the mess
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it
Ooooh (shove it)?
You want blood, you want blood
After you
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks,
Blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it

song performed by by AC-DC
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On The Death Of Peter Hayes

You won't find any life around where his remains will lay
And words of praise won't bring him back his soul has gone away
And though he died young at fifty one suppose he had his day
And for flying in fast planes you might say there is a price to pay.

This morning I heard in the news how Peter Hayes did die
The light plane he and his mate David Noble were in just dropped out of the sky
Near Mildura in Victoria their end came suddenly
A cruel blow to the Horse Racing World and the Hayes family.

A brother to Hong Kong's leading trainer David and the late Colin Hayes eldest son
So much success in horse racing the Hayes family have won
Peter was Victoria's and South Australia's leading trainer and his passing leaves a void
In Horse Racing a household name he was known far and wide.

The Horse Racing World is in shock at the news of the death of Peter Hayes
And though the horse racing writers write the eulogies and heap upon him praise
You won't find any signs of life where his remains will lay
A shy and unconceited man his soul has gone away.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Racing, competing, it's in my blood. It's part of me, it's part of my life; I have been doing it all my life and it stands out above everything else.

quote by Ayrton Senna
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The Testament

Dig my grave and raise my barrow
By the Dnieper-side
In Ukraina, my own land,
A fair land and wide.
I will lie and watch the cornfields,
Listen through the years
To the river voices roaring,
Roaring in my ears.

When I hear the call
Of the racing flood,
Loud with hated blood,
I will leave them all,
Fields and hills; and force my way
Right up to the Throne
Where God sits alone;
Clasp His feet and pray...
But till that day
What is God to me?

Bury me, be done with me,
Rise and break your chain,
Water your new liberty
With blood for rain.
Then, in the mighty family
Of all men that are free,
May be sometimes, very softly
You will speak of me?

poem by Taras Shevchenko (25 December 1845), translated by T. L. Voynich
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Nothing But the Blood

What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

For my pardon this I see -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my cleansing, this my plea -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Nothing can for sin atone -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Naught of good that I have done -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

This is all my hope and peace -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my righteousness -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

CHORUS

Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

poem by Robert Wadsworth Lowry
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When You Race Against Time

Winning is always an OPTION
An opinion of matter, synchronized illusion
You believe you will get there brining fantasy to fruition
But you lose yourself in the race watching time fly
Reminiscing upon moments when u had time insight
Having a disambiguation of how your life would be but you took it for granted
Now you are racing against time all in regret

Trying to find pieces of the puzzle you lost
Procrastinating on what needs to be done presently
The past has consumed your abilities of engineering your future
Stagnant in your step time moves with nature
That’s what happens when you race against time, trying to rectify past failures
Now you are racing against time when once you had it in leisure

Time waits for no man
Yet man always feel the need to make time
Sensational thoughts met by factual of not getting time back
And only what happens afore is remaining time
Reality in mental amidst as u realize
How you easily took time in compromise
Now you are racing against time in fairytale fantasize

poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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