"Blind Spot"
Eyes front
on the Road
Foot to the floor
What you don’t see
coming -
The Blind Spot.
Eyes open
foot to the floor.
The ‘TIME’
is coming,
The Blind Spot -
Something unseen,
unheard...
felt somewhere
in the heart
....mmm
foot to the floor.
Moving,
Moving,
Always Moving
foot to the floor.
Forward.
Blind spot
past -
acknowledged.
Serendipity -
kissed ...
and a Stranger's smile -
Left...
Far
Behind.
Blind Spot
Whispering closer
ever closer,
Whistling
outrageously
'crassly'
"Come Here,
Come closer,"
In the mind;
Invisible
in the ear.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"I'm Shakin'" / Jack White (cover)
https://youtu.be/OdQsGp79VpA
"Road Trip"
Road Map
held against
The Wheel of Fortune
Foot to the Floor
accelerate
Now into Third
Escape
Tomorrow
First.
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
"The Message" / Still Corners
https://youtu.be/p50k_kklM7g
“Monopoly - Fast Track Equations”
Razor sharp cut quite clear
He says Trust
She says Fear
Broken glass and hidden things
He says Respect
She says Trust
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Black Lies and Alibis
He says Truth
She says Respect
Innocence is shattered
All the children wept
Steel Cages, Monopoly and Chance Cards
He says Love
She says Lost
Flying Monkeys and Kangaroo Courts
He says Lost
You say, "Here’s the Road Map, I've got the Get Out Free Card"
You get behind the wheel
Take back your soul
Foot to the floor
Keep driving fast, not slow
Pass “GO”, Do not Look Back.
Girlfriend, little sis'ta, you are right on track.
(Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018)
1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S71_vIMQ0YY
Road Rage
The sign on the road said stop and turn back
But the driver is listening to his own soundtrack
The noise in his head is messing up his thinking
As he looks at the truck ahead whose lights are blinking
He yells out the window ‘’Are you stupid or what’’
‘’Watch what you’re doing you ignorant clot’’
When he looks back at the road it’s already too late
With his foot to the floor, he meets his fate
I know for I was there on that same road
I was driving a truck with a heavy load
The truck in his way was driven by me
I kept hitting the breaks in the hope he would see
The bridge up ahead had collapsed you see
I did what I could as he sailed by me
He saw my warnings as a hindrance to ignore
Some people are like that when you knock on their door
Don’t worry how they drive, but how you do instead
Watch for the warning lights up ahead
For some roads go nowhere and you need to resist
Because those that seek to travel them will cease to exist
A.Jarvis March 2012
Dismusbedeplace he said,
and I turned has if to stare.
Dismusbedeplace he said,
and I didn't know just where.
Dismusbedeplace he said,
and I handed him my fare.
He slammed the door,
foot to the floor,
and left me standing there...
Damn foreign cab driver.
Can you put your pedal to the metal
Let me feel the force
Yeah’ put your pedal to the metal
Race around this course
I wanna hear that engine
Smell that rubber burn
Hear them wheels spinning
As we hit that blinding curve
Come on put your pedal to the metal
Slam your foot to the floor
Let me hear those tyres
Make them squeal some more
I want to smell that burning
Of rubber on the road
Keep that engine revving
Full right lock here we go
Round and around
This car so hot
No don’t let of that throttle
Show me want she’s got
Come on hit that gas
Rev it hard, don’t you know
That's a V12 engine
under the bonnet
Let's have a Smokey Joe
Put your pedal to the metal
Hear that engine roar
The wheels are spinning furiously
Come on, I want more
They're pouring out with smoke
Those tyres turning on the floor
Let's see what she can handle
Hit that pedal hard for sure
© Copyright KC. Leake
11th January 2015
All Rights Reserved
No penality...(in Australia)
There is no penalty aint no penalty mate…
The old crim smirked and laughed out loud
As they sat with a beer and a steak
Do what you like he told the crowd
The doo gooders laws are cake
Break the law in Singapore
get flogged for your mistake
the penalty there will make you sure
don’t get caught in that island state
the druggie drove with his foot to the floor
cursing motorists in his wake
nocked down old Thelma dead for sure
3 months for his mistake
We know it is a system fault
That stops a computer mate
Do we have nothing up top in our vault
Do we control our fate
Minority groups control the world
The masses have no say
Anarchys banner is unfurled
And the terrorists protected hey
Don Johnson
Should we have a referendum to return the old respected system of law and order
That worked well in the sixties …yes for sure ..
Without discipline anarchy prevails
There is no penalty aint no penalty mate…
The old crim smirked and laughed out loud
As they sat with a beer and a steak
Do what you like he told the crowd
The do goode'rs laws are cake
Break the law in Singapore
get flogged for your mistake
the penalty there will make you sure
don’t get caught in that island state
the druggie drove with his foot to the floor
cursing motorists in his wake
Knocked down old Thelma dead for sure
3 months for his mistake
We know it is a system fault
That stops a computer mate
Do we have nothing up top in our vault
Do we control our fate
Minority groups control the world
The masses have no say
Anarchy's banner is unfurled
And the terrorists protected hey
Don Johnson
Should we have a referendum to return the old respected system of law and order
That worked well in the sixties …yes for sure ..
Without discipline anarchy prevails
Renting a car
Hire it weekly
Off of the forecourt
Ever so meekly
Waiting until
A mile up the road
Check for police
Throttle gets toed
Burning some rubber
Spinning the wheel
Smiling away as the
Tyres they squeal
Needle it redlines
In every gear
Hitting the bends
Showing no fear
Listening to
The big engines roar
Into the straight
Foot to the floor
Bend coming up
Shift into third
Sweetest sound that
You ever heard
Dab on the brake
Power it through
Reacts like a dream
Sticking like glue
Next one ahead
Try power slide
Going too fast
Car drifting wide
Stamp on the brake to
Slow down the b*tch
Wheels lock up tight
Flips into a ditch
Strapped in the seat
Engine ablaze
Doors are jammed shut
Oh! Happy days
cursing and swearing
with a mouthful of burnt toast
I put my foot to the floor
but it's no use
it's raining
both headlights are brocken
an indicators missing
and the wipers don't work
"START DAMN IT, START", I scream
turning the key
dressed in my cleanest dirty shirt
ketchup on the sleeve
old faded green tie
and a freshly wrinkled pair of pants
I see Mr Rogers sitting on the front porch
all the buttons on his shirt are missing
exposing his fat belly and ripped shorts
he smokes a cigarette
and yells at the kids
who run about the yard screaming
I keep turning the key
but it's no use I'm late for work
I've spent five years working for the company
long hours, migraine headaches, stomach ulcers
no shift allowance or medical coverage
and now this
short-term contracts and a cut in pay
suddenly the engine starts
I back onto the street
and slowly drive away
Mr Rogers stands up scratches his crotch
then gives me the finger and yells
"Have a Nice Day"
*penned by
Scarecrow Joe
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