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Rush - Ghost Rider

 

Pack up all those phantoms

Shoulder that invisible load

Keep on riding North and West

Haunting that wilderness road

Like a ghost rider

 

Carry all those phantoms

Through bitter wind and stormy skies

From the desert to the mountain

From the lowest low to the highest high

Like a ghost rider

 

Keep on riding North and West

Then circle South and East

Show me beauty but there is no peace

For the ghost rider

 

Shadows on the road behind

Shadows on the road ahead

Nothing can stop you now

 

There's a shadow on the road behind

There's a shadow on the road ahead

Nothing can stop you now

 

Sunrise in the mirror

Lightens that invisible load

Riding on a nameless quest

Haunting that wilderness road

Like a ghost rider

 

Just an escape artist

Racing against the night

A wandering hermit

Racing toward the light

 

From the white sands

To the canyon lands

To the redwood stands

To the barren lands

 

Sunrise on the road behind

Sunset on the road ahead

There's nothing to stop you now

Nothing can stop you now

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DITTO ROLLINS!

 

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ONE OF MY HEROES!!

 

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No, I don't think he does too many covers. Unless it is some Black Flag songs (the one's he didn't write). I think we should use Black Flag's Rise Above as our intro music to the web forum!!!

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Hi, guys.

 

Back from the UK and quite glad to be, even if my adopted country is being over-run by terrorists [i [b]don't[/b] think!]

 

Like the others who said Richard Thompson, but James wouldn't have given Red Molly the keys, would he? Magneto ignition!

 

Ah, it's great to be a nit-picker!

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:2c: Here's another vote for Richard Thompson.

I just saw him live a couple of months ago and he did a great version of it that night in a brilliant show.

 

The Black Lightning in a recent "Classic Bike" didn't have a kick start never mind keys!

 

I've always loved Vincents but I've learned to appreciate red haired women late in life.

Is this like getting to like olives or Guiness ?

Am I on my own on this?

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"Motorcycle Emptiness" haunted me two years ago when both my Guzzis broke within ten days of each other. The bevel box expired on the Le Mans 11 then the gearbox broke on the Breva. The song never seemed to be off my favourite radio station - Arrow Rock Radio , Amsterdam.

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Ok. I'll be showing my age.....

 

Meat Loaf "Bat Out of Hell"

 

The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling

Way down in the valley tonight

Theres a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye

And a blade shining oh so bright

Theres evil in the air and theres thunder in the sky

And a killers on the bloodshot streets

And down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising

Oh I swear I saw a young boy

Down in the gutter

He was starting to foam in the heat

Oh baby youre the only thing in this whole world

Thats pure and good and right

And wherever you are and wherever you go

Theres always gonna be some light

But I gotta get out

I gotta break it out now

Before the final crack of dawn

So we gotta make the most of our one night together

When its over you know

Well both be so alone

 

Like a bat out of hell

Ill be gone when the morning comes

When the night is over

Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone gone gone

Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone when the morning comes

When the day is done

And the sun goes down

And the moonlights shining through

Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven

Ill come crawling on back to you

 

Im gonna hit the highway like a battering ram

On a silver black phantom bike

When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry

And were all about to see the light

Nothing ever grows in this rotten old hole

And everything is stunted and lost

And nothing really rocks

And nothing really rolls

And nothings ever worth the cost

And I know that Im damned if I never get out

And maybe Im damned if I do

But with any other beat I got left in my heart

You know Id rather be damned with you

If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned

Dancing through the night with you

If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned

Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned

If gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned

Dancing through the night

Dancing through the night

Dancing through the night with you

 

Oh baby youre the only thing in this whole world

Thats pure and good and right

And wherever you are and wherever you go

Theres always gonna be some light

But I gotta get out

I gotta break it out now

Before the final crack of dawn

So we gotta make the most of our one night together

When its over you know

Well both be so alone

 

Like a bat out of hell

Ill be gone when the morning comes

When the night is over

Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone

Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone when the morning comes

But when the day is done

And the sun goes down

And the moonlights shining through

Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven

Ill come crawling on back to you

Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven

Ill come crawling on back to you

 

I can see myself

Tearing up the road

Faster than any other boy has ever gone

And my skin is rough but my soul is ripe

And no ones gonna stop me now

I gotta make my escape

But I cant stop thinking of you

And I never see the sudden curve until its way too late

I never see the sudden curve until its way too late

 

Then Im dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun

Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike

And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell

And the last thing I see is my heart

Still beating

Breaking out of my body

And flying away

Like a bat out of hell

 

Then Im dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun

Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike

And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell

And the last thing I see is my heart

Still beating

Still beating

Breaking out of my body and flying away

Like a bat out of hell

Like a bat out of hell

Like a bat out of hell

Like a bat out of hell

Like a bat out of hell

Like a bat out of hell

 

 

Enjoy the Ride, Ride Naked....

Richard Z.

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I woke up this morning & took a look around at all that I got

These days I been looking in the mirror & wondering if that's me looking back or not

I'm still the apple of my mama's eye

I'm my daddy's worst fears realized

Here of late all this real estate don't seem all that real to me

I'm back out on that road again

Turn this beast into the wind

There are those that break & bend

I'm the other kind

Now my old buddy, what's his name, says "Man, what the hell you thinking about

Fool, you got two of everything, but you hang your head just like you was down & out,"

& I'm sure not suffering from a lack of love

There's plenty more where that came from

Ah - but leave it up to me to say something wrong & hurt someone before I'm done

You see it used to be that I was really free

I didn't need no gasolene to run

Before you could say Jack Kerouac you'd turn your back & I'd be gone

Yeah nowadays I got me two good wheels & I seek refuge in aluminum & steel

Aw, it takes me out there for just a little while

& the years fall away with every mile

 

Steve Earle "the other kind"1990

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Tibetan Side of Town

Bruce Cockburn

 

ough rutted winding streets of Kathmandu

Dodging crowded humans cows dogs rickshaws -

Storefronts constellated pools of bluewhite

Bright against darkening walls

 

The butterfly sparkle in my lasered eye still seems

To hold that last shot of red sun through haze over jumbled roofs

Everything moves like slow fluid in this atmosphere

Thick as dreams

With sewage, incense, dust and fever and the smoke of brick kilns and cremations -

 

Tom Kelly's bike rumbles down -

we're going drinking on the Tibetan side of town.

 

Beggar with withered legs sits sideways on skateboard, grinning

There's a joke going on somewhere but we'll never know

Those laughing kids with hungry eyes must be in on it too

With their clinging memories of a culture crushed

By Chinese greed

 

Pretty young mother by the temple gate

Covers her baby's face against diesel fumes

That look of concern - you can see it still -

Not yet masked by the hard lines of a woman's

Struggle to survive

 

Hard bargains going down

When you're living on the Tibetan side of town.

 

Big red Enfield Bullet lurches to a halt in the dust

Last blast of engine leaves a ringing in the ears

That fades into the rustle of bare feet and slapping sandals

And the baritone moan of long bronze trumpets

Muffled by monastery walls.

 

Prayer flags crack like whips in the breeze

Sending to the world - tonight the message blows east

Dark door opens to warm yellow room and there

Are these steaming jugs of hot millet beer

and I'm sucked into the scene like this liquor up

This bamboo straw

 

Sweet tungba sliding down -

drinking on the Tibetan side of town

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