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5 best songs about motorcycles

52' Vincent, the best motorcycle song, ever! Best performance of it, Reckless Kelly.
Number 2, "My first love is a wicked twisted road" Reckless Kelly.


1952 VINCENT BLACK LIGHTNING
Richard Thompson


Oh says Red Molly to James "That's a fine motorbike.
A girl could feel special on any such like"
Says James to Red Molly "My hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952.
And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme"
And he pulled her on behind and down to Boxhill they did ride
Oh says James to Red Molly "Here's a ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man.
For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen,
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.
Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you.
And if fate should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride"

"Come down, come down, Red Molly" called Sergeant McRae
"For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery.
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside.
Oh come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside"
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
He said "I'll give you my Vincent to ride"

Says James "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl.
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves won't do,
Ah, they don't have a soul like a Vincent 52"
Oh he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
Said "I've got no further use for these.
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome,
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home"
And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent to ride.
 
I like all of the songs mentioned above, plus...

...this one by Luke Doucet: Motorbike:

An early mid-life crisis looms, and for me to survive it
I'll find myself a motorbike, and learn how to ride it.
Stop out where the grass is dry and hills are tall and black.
Sleep under the spotted veil, with the dirt against my back.

When the western sky is blue and sparrows whisper love,
I will make my windy way across the desert slow,
to the cities and oases that have sin and life and hope.
Find me a girl who looks like you,
and dance, and drink, and smoke.

Dance and drink and smoke with the dirt against my back.
In the din we laugh and hope for the future, present, past.
Rolling the dice, we come up sevens and snake eyes.
At the end of the day, we would have stayed that way if we could.

I wake up close to where I fell, my boots are in the fire.
I rub my eyes and read the sky.
The west is my desired destination, occupation, situation?
I don't know
 
A country twist on a motorcycle song. Different Kind of Cowboy by Ray Scott.

Give it a listen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkueYqiahLc


YÔÇÖall listen here

I ainÔÇÖt never lived in Texas
Or rode across no dusty plain
I ainÔÇÖt drank water from no cactus
Or been inclined to rob a train

(chorus)
IÔÇÖm a different kind of cowboy
A tumble weed out in the wind
In this Carolina country boyÔÇÖs heart
The lone ranger rides again

I ainÔÇÖt too forward with the ladies
Flash a smile and tip my hat
But IÔÇÖve been findinÔÇÖ out here lately
ThereÔÇÖs still a few thatÔÇÖs into that

Chorus 1x

Yeah I got a hundred horses
Couple sprockets and a chain
Love the sound of chrome pipes rumbling
The smell of gasoline
IÔÇÖm gonna ride off in that sunset yellinÔÇÖ yippee ki-yay
Yippee ki-yay

Yeah, IÔÇÖm a different kind of cowboy
A tumble weed out in the wind
Yeah, in this Carolina country boyÔÇÖs heart
The lone ranger rides again
Hi-ho silver
Lonelone
 
To this list I'd add, "My little sister's gotta motorbike",by Crazy Cavan'n'The Rhythym Rockers,from the 1969 album,Our Own Way Of Rockin. Played WFO!!
Bought the vinyl,an import,way back when,and once in awhile,I'll blow the dust off my speakers,when I crank this one up.This band is from Wales.
 
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motorcycle songs

How can you leave out Bob Segers "Roll me away"?
 
Don't forget Jethro Tull

Remember this one?

"Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young To Die"

The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.

He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.

So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.
 
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