May I present: The Ballad of a Substandard Cyclist.
She rides... she rides...
It's like Lamaze
All this breathing and pushing
She rides
Uphill
We battle uphill
While old men sidle effortlessly by
I'm indicating
I'm on a bright yellow bike
And it's frustrating
Because I know I'm in your sight
But you're not waiting
You just drive out and make your point
There's so much hating
Around
Ninety kms...
How are we ever gonna make it
Along that highway?
Uphill
We battle uphill
I'm really gonna make it even if it means
I'm pedalling for days
I'm indicating
I'm on a bright yellow bike
And it's frustrating
Because I know I'm in your sight
But you're not waiting
You just drive out and make your point
There's so much hating
Around
She rides...
She rides...
She rides...
I seriously like that song! Nothing like art under pressure, eh?
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful dee. and I love how the more literal you get, the more crazy-deep metaphorical it sounds. Methinks this track is a total 20 minute krautrock candidate.
ReplyDeleteReally cool song Dee! :)
ReplyDeleteI love it - I'm going to make some 'its like lamaze' t-shirts :)
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