Great Song Lyrics

Have you heard the Motorhead version?

 

@Rich Bryce is a big fan.

 

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.

 

Simon & Garfunkel
"All eyes & chest, still a man see`s what he wants to see & disregards the rest"

 

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 like the lyrics to red hot chilli peppers, sir psycho sexy

 

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

 

Whos that then?

 

Yes it is!

 

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