Always loved the sound of big bikes, was thinking of my dear brother John, RIP pal, just put these few words down for him , he had bikes in the 60`s. I recorded the bikes here outside my window on Saturday. Harleys and a Triumph .
Words
Feel the wind whistle beneath his chin
hear the rip as he drops a gear
the oils hot and his fingers cold
ice blue jeans 95 in third gear
The Ton up kid is flying home
on a cloud of smoke
burning up the 907
giving it an extra poke
14 окт 2024