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Re: I don't want
The Motorcycle Song
words and music by Arlo Guthrie
CHORUS:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle
It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:
CHORUS
This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
a cliff in the air.
Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..
Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down
at the same time.
I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
to write one last farewell song to the world.
Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."
I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.
But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away
on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.
I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around
the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned
itself off.
I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
eye and said "Nothin'".
You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
squashed a cop...
CHORUS
©1968,1969 Appleseed Music Inc. (ASCAP)
The Motorcycle Song
words and music by Arlo Guthrie
CHORUS:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle
It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:
CHORUS
This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
a cliff in the air.
Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..
Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down
at the same time.
I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
to write one last farewell song to the world.
Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."
I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.
But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away
on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.
I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around
the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned
itself off.
I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
eye and said "Nothin'".
You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
squashed a cop...
CHORUS
©1968,1969 Appleseed Music Inc. (ASCAP)
Re: I don't want
On Apr 29, 4:22 pm, Tiago Rocha <diariodastril...@gmail . com > wrote:
> The Motorcycle Song
> words and music by Arlo Guthrie
>
> CHORUS:
> I don't want a pickle
> Just want to ride on my motorsickle
> And I don't want a tickle
> 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
> And I don't want to die
> Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle
>
> It was late last night the other day
> I thought I'd go up and see Ray
> So l went up and I saw Ray
> There was only one thing Ray could say, was:
>
> CHORUS
>
> This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.
> Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
> my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
> mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
> a cliff in the air.
>
> Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
> an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
> a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
> Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
> on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
> more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..
>
> Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.
> I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down
> at the same time.
>
> I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
> trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
> trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
> to write one last farewell song to the world.
>
> Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
> I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
> I don't want a pickle
> Just want to ride on my motorsickle
> And I don't want a tickle
> 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
>
> And I don't want to die
> Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."
>
> I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
> have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.
>
> But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
> landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away
> on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
> 175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.
>
> I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around
> the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned
> itself off.
>
> I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
> pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
> eye and said "Nothin'".
>
> You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
> squashed a cop...
>
> CHORUS
>
> ©1968,1969 Appleseed Music Inc. (ASCAP)
Heh.. saw him and Pete Seegar do it in like 77? maybe. Music Inn Lenox
Mass. He was still in that funky time when he would not talk about
Alice... remember Alice? ;) Pete would sit there quietly on the side
of the stage like an Indian, and you knew he was seeing Woody up
there...
On Apr 29, 4:22 pm, Tiago Rocha <diariodastril...@gmail . com > wrote:
> The Motorcycle Song
> words and music by Arlo Guthrie
>
> CHORUS:
> I don't want a pickle
> Just want to ride on my motorsickle
> And I don't want a tickle
> 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
> And I don't want to die
> Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle
>
> It was late last night the other day
> I thought I'd go up and see Ray
> So l went up and I saw Ray
> There was only one thing Ray could say, was:
>
> CHORUS
>
> This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.
> Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
> my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
> mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
> a cliff in the air.
>
> Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
> an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
> a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
> Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
> on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
> more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..
>
> Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.
> I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down
> at the same time.
>
> I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
> trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
> trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
> to write one last farewell song to the world.
>
> Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
> I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
> I don't want a pickle
> Just want to ride on my motorsickle
> And I don't want a tickle
> 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
>
> And I don't want to die
> Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."
>
> I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
> have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.
>
> But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
> landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away
> on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
> 175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.
>
> I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around
> the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned
> itself off.
>
> I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
> pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
> eye and said "Nothin'".
>
> You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
> squashed a cop...
>
> CHORUS
>
> ©1968,1969 Appleseed Music Inc. (ASCAP)
Heh.. saw him and Pete Seegar do it in like 77? maybe. Music Inn Lenox
Mass. He was still in that funky time when he would not talk about
Alice... remember Alice? ;) Pete would sit there quietly on the side
of the stage like an Indian, and you knew he was seeing Woody up
there...
Re: I don't want
On Tue, 29 Apr 2008 16:45:25 -0400, "Dean H." <moto@groove.calm>
wrote:
>
>a llama.
>
You just want a heathy Moma!
Sorry, couldn't resist,
Mike Baxter
On Tue, 29 Apr 2008 16:45:25 -0400, "Dean H." <moto@groove.calm>
wrote:
>
>a llama.
>
You just want a heathy Moma!
Sorry, couldn't resist,
Mike Baxter
Re: I don't want
>>a llama.
>>
>
> You just want a heathy Moma!
>
>
> Sorry, couldn't resist,
>
> Mike Baxter
Mom joined the hardware club a week ago. When Yale set the arm they said
they didn't like the set so come back May 5 and they'll decide if she needs
surgery. Nice. So I urged them to get a second opinion and the guy saved her
a couple weeks worth of wasted "healing". She has a nice metal plate on her
radius forever.
>>a llama.
>>
>
> You just want a heathy Moma!
>
>
> Sorry, couldn't resist,
>
> Mike Baxter
Mom joined the hardware club a week ago. When Yale set the arm they said
they didn't like the set so come back May 5 and they'll decide if she needs
surgery. Nice. So I urged them to get a second opinion and the guy saved her
a couple weeks worth of wasted "healing". She has a nice metal plate on her
radius forever.
