0305 Dylan (1)
the motorcycle leans
the motorcycle swerves
...the motorcycle just don't
give a damn
about anything
(Robert Zimmerman,1960)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Motorcycle Mama
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
I always get in trouble when you bring it round
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay it down.
Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin
Down the proud highway
Yeah, Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin
Down the proud highway
And as long as I keep movin
I wont need a place to stay.
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
I always get in trouble when you bring that round
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay it down.
Well Im here to deliver
I hope you can read my mail
I just escaped last night
From the memory county jail
I see your box is open
And you flag is up
My message is ready
If theres time enough.
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
I always get in trouble when you bring it round
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay it down.
song performed by by Neil Young
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Early Morning Snore
It starts of just before four am
with a put, put, put of an old Volkswagen,
and then descended into
a motorcycle engine on idle
with a tick-a-tick-a-tick
before revving up a notch
into an motorcycles engines roar.
Hence, my other half was at it again
with her early morning snore.
Like everyone, she denies that she ever snores.
Each morning like a regular alarm clock,
she starts her snoring engine
and I quickly vacate the bed,
it is my only escape to peace,
away from a motorcycle engine
roaring inches from my head.
One day I got out my portable Dictaphone
and started recording her,
when I played it back
she said I had recorded out in the street somewhere.
Now I am an early riser,
and who wouldn’t be
with a motorcycle engine roaring
just inches away from your ear.
12 December 2009
poem by David Harris
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Why, oh Why? !
You're dressed in Black!
With a gun in your hand;
And, with a motorcycle! !
Not forgetting your Black mask.
Going a´round and killing people withoutn any reason;
Because, you are like a robot and, Satan is in control of you.
Yes, Satan has the remote control to turn you on and off!
And, the only thing in your mind is to kill people without any reason.
Yes, you've built up your mind with, hatred in your heart! !
You do ride your motorcycle around with a gun in your hand;
And, you are dressed in Black with a Black mask on.
Why, oh why? !
Why do you go against race, religion and language?
Why these killings?
Black mask,
Black outfit,
Black Motorcycle;
Why, oh why?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Started to Fly
Every morning I try to travel some red dirt roads
I always listen closely to what they have to say
Normally red dirt roads are very safe to travel
Until one morning a motorcycle started my way
My guiding voice said this may be your end
You my friend have traveled your last mile,
All of a sudden the motorcycle started to fly
As it flew over my head, all I could do is smile
poem by John McCornack
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Hollywood Holiday
I rode my motorcycle through a watermelon patch
Right on the california freeway
I took my holy Bible on my blessed boogie woogie drive
Cause I know I know I know
Where I go oh lord theyre gonna bless me jive
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
I parked my motorcycle on hollywood and vine
And sang till my red blood turned boiling blue
I took my sole survival and bore my cross on a string
Cause I know I know I know
What I dear I bear my charm to king
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Inanimate questions, if you only knew
1. the law professor had a stroke
2. and he is hospitalized for weeks
3. you are the dean
4. and you tell me
5. he is sick
6. and you ask
When can he submit his grades?
1. you bought a new motorcycle
2. and your son used it
3. for a ride
4. and he met an accident
5. and you phoned
6. from your office
7. and you ask
How is the motorcycle?
Inanimate questions are those directed to solicit
Answers concerning inanimate things
They focus on things
Forgetting about life
You should have asked: how is he? Is he well? Did he recover?
You should have asked: how is my son? Did he suffer any injury?
We humans sometimes do not know how to ask the animate questions,
And this lapse must be immediately corrected and repaired like lesions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Outlaw Man
I came out of the fifties
now that's when men were men
I am like the red red rooster,
always couping hens
I guess that I'm a rarity
some call a dying breed
I am a macho bronco stallion
call me Mr Seed
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm a rolling stone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm one big bone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
Motorcycle man
love don't fit in a can
When you're talking Elvis,
well I saw him yesterday
He touched me on the shoulder
asked me if he could play
I buttered up my ducktail,
put on my long black drape
I polished up my Boneville
to make those girlies gape
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm a rolling stone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm one big bone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
Motorcycle man
love don't fit in a can
I am one of lifes miracles
I have my fate in my hands
I see my colours before me
I am the outlaw man
the outlaw man
Solo
Jimmy Dean was riding next to me and Steve McQueen
And we're burning up the street now
And we're looking pretty mean
I'm not living in the past
and I'm not history
I'm here to set the records straight,
unlock this mystery
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm a rolling stone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm one big bone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
Motorcycle man
love don't fit in a can
I am one of lifes miracles
I have my fate in my hands
I see my colours before me
I am the outlaw man
I am one of lifes miracles
I have my fate in my hands
I see my colours before me
I am the outlaw man
I'm the outlaw man
song performed by by Ufo
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A Red Motorcycle With Least Meaning
it is raining.
this is the first rain for the month of June
in Katipunan
i sit facing a screen
i press words
i look through a glass window
much older than my being here,
out there
the mango tree is heavy with its fruits
under its shade is
a red motorcycle beside a hollow block fence
which separates a dilapidated house
from the public market
a woman holds a blue umbrella
walks slowly along the pavement
it is still raining
cats and dogs, and the red motorcycle is wet all over.
it is inanimate and everyone
takes it for granted.
among those that i have enumerated
perhaps it must be the one with the least meaning.
the day is crying
and the woman with the blue umbrella is unaffected.
inside this room
with a glass window as protection
i am sifting
what meaning is there
for this rainy day.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can You Roll Her
* fast as light our jets were burnin
On the road a distant siren song
Hands upon my engines growin
Vincents[+++] deep throat breathin out so strong
I can hold her, can you roll her
Ride her like theres no tomorrow
Sirens song sure is growin stronger
Shadow reached a high note
And in the distance [electric lights]++++ no longer
I can hold her, can you roll her
I can hold her, can you roll her
I can hold her, can you roll her
* repeat
*
I can hold her, can you roll her
I can hold her, can you roll her
I can hold her, can you roll her
I can hold her, can you roll her
+++note: mike pincher informs me that a vincent is a british motorcycle.
++++mats lyric sheet says this should be electra glides, another kind of motorcycle.
song performed by by Ufo
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My Motorcycle
i bought one in 1998.
i left it to the care of my
brother-in-law and it was
well taken-cared of. Shiny.
Then he broke his leg
because of the black dog
that crossed the street
early dawn when the
streets are still dark.
then my other sisters
and brothers claim that
they have rights over the
wheel, and the cover and
the steer. I keep my mouth
shut. And they were talking
about the prostitute,
how cheap she was, and
still roams the street at
night looking for her
prey. I think she is the
victim of a vampire.
and then everyone takes
a ride on my motorcycle
inventing the names of
the places they want
to go. I keep my mouth
shut. About the prostitute
about rights that were
not there.
and they ask me about
a name. Who? and they
demand the exact place
where she lives. But most
of them ask me: why?
i guess they know better.
but let me answer them
straight;
The motorcycle is
the prostitute and they
are the ones
who are cheap. They
cheat and i am the victim
and they are the
vampires.
do not ask me now.
i am in the middle of my anger.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You see, I don't know how to ride a motorcycle, actually.
quote by Henry Winkler
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Motorcycle Landscape
On a hanging garden ------
----------- [babylon seat]
------------- [baby batters]
----------------------- [weak]
---------- [hope you be great]
And the children have said their backbones
Will hurt you if you think
For there is a dolls arm
Floating in the scum
And its calling you over
While its calling you a bum
And it beckons you to frown
And it beckons you to brown
And it thinks its found a
Chance to build another real
Motorcycle landscape
The only thing that watches there
-----------[nails] are bloody red
On a -------------------------
[come to] ----------- are dead
All that we can read while
---------- are girlie magazines
For their [jest] theyre save your wrapper
Girls arent in their teens
[billions can sleep while hold to]
[fields of meanless wire]
Do the kids in----------------------
------------- on the fire]
[though ------ to marriage
[stabbed of broken bliss]
[shade ---------------------
[some them were] like this
For there is a dolls arm floating in the scum
And its calling you over while its calling you a bum
Motorcycle landscape
song performed by by Xtc
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You'd never have a motorcycle policeman out on the Indian reservation.
I jumped 18 cars on a motorcycle, so I did almost everything.
quote by David R. Ellis
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Uneasy Curiosity
One particular night
I was drifting like an aimless breeze
And walked into a 24 hour grocery store;
I saw a raven-haired woman
In a long black dress
Purchasing cigarettes and mints.
I failed to speak to her
But was strangely obsessed
By her existence.
Breathing with uneasy curiosity,
I followed her down the summer midnight street
To a dark residence of illicit mystery;
I saw her exchange a secret sign
With a motorcycle hood
With a dragon tattoo
Branded upon his throat.
I also attempted to enter
This foreboding lair
By imitating the secret sign,
But the leather jacket
Attached to the motorcycle
Put a knife to my heart and said,
“There are a lot of ways
To be discovered dead,
Find a different one than this tonight.”
I then journeyed
To the nearest bar
To commiserate with a gentle alcoholic
Who was also taking his time to expire.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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When I was old enough to ride a motorcycle and got my license, I bought a '69 Sportster.
quote by Chuck Zito
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I carry groceries home on the tank of my motorcycle.
quote by Stephan Jenkins
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We might do well to contain our elation at seeing the light at the end of the tunnel until we are certain it is not some guy on a motorcycle coming straight at us.
quote by Tom Fitzgerald
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'Easy Rider' was never a motorcycle movie to me. A lot of it was about politically what was going on in the country.
quote by Dennis Hopper
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I've spent my entire career on horseback or on a motorcycle. It boxes you in, the way people perceive you.
quote by Sam Elliott
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