Donovan - The intergalactic laxative Oh, the intergalactic laxative Will get you from here to there Relieve you and believe me Without a worry or care If shitting is your problem When you're out there in the stars Oh, the intergalactic laxative Will get you from here to Mars
ZZ Top. I was on my way down to Mexico, There was trouble on the rise. It was nothing more than I'd left behind, Which was much to my surprise. I turned around and lit a cigarette Wiped the dust off of my boots. When up ahead I saw the crowd, I knew it was no use. I'ts been the same way for Oh so long, It looks like I'm singing the same old song. A fine and fancy man was he, Doing good things for the poor. Givin' rides in his rockin' Eighty-eight for free. They could not hope for more. When it came my turn he said to me, "Have I seen your face before?" I said, "Oh no, you must be wrong, I'm from a distant shore. So if you don't mind, I'll just move along But it looks like I'm singin' the same old song." A Nineteen Forty movie star With a long forgotten name. She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress, Still hangin' on to fame. With forgotten lines she missed her cue And left a glass of wine at home. She was singin' the same song that I was. Could we both be wrong? So hand in hand we walked along, Each of us singin' the same old song.
Sweet Lucy was a dancer But none of us would chance her Because she was a samurai She made electric shadows Beyond our fingertips And none of us could reach that high She came on like a teaser I had to touch and please her Enjoy a little paradise The lock was in my pocket When Lucy met the rocket She never knew the reason why I can't deny it With that smile on her face Oh it's not the kill It's the thrill of the chase Feel it coming It's knocking at the door You know it's no good running It's not against the law The point of no return And now you know the score And now you're learning What's knockin' at your back door Sweet Nancy was so fancy To get into her pants We had to be the aristocracy The members that she toyed with At city club were something in diplomacy So we put her on the hit list Of a common cunning linguist A master of many tongues And now she eases gently From her Austin to her Bentley Suddenly she feels so young I can't deny it With that smile on her face Oh it's not the kill It's the thrill of the chase Feel it coming It's knocking at the door You know it's no good running No it's not against the law The point of no return Now how you know the score And now you're learning What's knockin' at your back door Sweet Lucy was a dancer But none of us would chance her Because she was a samurai She made electric shadows Beyond our fingertips And one of us could reach that high I can't deny it With that smile on my face Oh oh, it's not the kill It's the thrill of the chase Feel it coming Knocking at your door You know it's no good running No it's knocking at your door Knockin' at your back door The contemperaneous - and very cheesey - video even has 'bikes in the very naff post-apocalyptic setting!
"If there's one thing that I like, it's riding around on a motor-bike" Riding in the TT Races by George Formby
I think Guns n’ Roses “Civil War” has some great insightful lyrics that still resonate... My hands are tied For all I've seen has changed my mind But still the wars go on as the years go by With no love of God or human rights 'Cause all these dreams are swept aside By bloody hands of the hypnotized Who carry the cross of homicide And history bears the scars of our civil wars
"The North side of my town faced East and the East is facing South" Just about sums up where we are at moment
Johnny Cash Rollin' free rollin' free rollin' free Just the sun and the wind and the road and me I don't want to be tied to a load That I can't carry over the road Just want to hear that thunder roar On trails that ain't been rode before No put no chains on me I'm rollin' free Now I'm not worried about who I am Cause frankly I don't give a damn Long as I can be where I want to be And doin' what I want to do And if it's all the same to you What I want to be is rollin' free Rollin' free rollin' free rollin' free Just the sun and the wind and the road and me I don't want to be tied to a load That I can't carry over the road Just want to hear that thunder roar On trails that ain't been rode before No put no chains on me I'm rollin' free Now I forgot about yesterday And let tomorrow bring what may Let everything be as it will be Cause all I need is my machine And a little high octane gasoline And get your hands off me I'm rollin' free Rollin' free rollin' free rollin' free Just the sun and the wind and the road and me I don't want to be tied to a load That I can't carry over the road Just want to hear that thunder roar On trails that ain't been rode before No put no chains on me I'm rollin' free I'm rollin' free rollin' free rollin' free
Bleak, but he knew his fate... Look up here, I'm in heaven I've got scars that can't be seen I've got drama, can't be stolen Everybody knows me now
