biesel Posted November 16, 2006 Posted November 16, 2006 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
Guest Eric123 Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 DITTO ROLLINS! ONE OF MY HEROES!! 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!!!
Frenchbob Posted November 20, 2006 Posted November 20, 2006 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!
Turpin Crock Posted November 22, 2006 Posted November 22, 2006 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?
Guest Rumbled Posted January 18, 2007 Posted January 18, 2007 "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.
antonio carroccio Posted January 18, 2007 Posted January 18, 2007 http://www.arrow.nl/rock/ klick further in the corner right above "luister nu naar arrow classic rock" (listen now to the arrow classic rock) for the life music from the radio.
Richard Z Posted January 18, 2007 Posted January 18, 2007 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.
Baldini Posted January 19, 2007 Posted January 19, 2007 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
mojohand Posted January 22, 2007 Posted January 22, 2007 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
mike wilson Posted January 23, 2007 Posted January 23, 2007 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 ? More like learning to love your haemorroids.
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