Heard an old favorite and it sparked the idea for this thread. It doesn't have to be an entire song, just a car related part. I'll start:
"Fear can drive stick, and it's taking me down this road"
RelientK - Devistation and Reform
I like it because it's a creative way of saying not to underestimate fear.
Next!
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night.
I got a red car with blue tail lights
Shiny red seats with piping in white
Leopard skin dash with a louvered hood
She goes ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba when she's runnin' good
Lets go
Ride into the mountains above
It's low
My big red rocket of love
My big red rocket of love
Call her up right away You've got her number And I promise not to pick up the phone You can pick her up in your clapped out Humber I just hope it can get you home
Well it's been ten years and a thousand tears And look at the mess I'm in A broken nose and a broken heart, An empty bottle of gin Well I sit and I pray In my broken down Chevrolet While I'm singin' to myself There's got to be another way
"Twenty inch blades on the Impala"
Since everybody knows the lyrics, I'll just say that I love the cover Allroy's Revenge did of Hot Rod Lincoln.
It also has a personal meaning for me since it is about racing up an old highway in my hometown.
I know fuelies are small blocks...but it is a good song & I'm not from Jersey.
"I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot Outside the Seven-Eleven store Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch And he rides with me from town to town We only run for the money, got no strings attached We shut 'em up and than we shut 'em down
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat Summer's here and the time is right For racin' in the street
We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the northeast state When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street From the fire roads to the interstate Some guys they just give up living And start dying little by little, piece by piece, Some guys come home from work and wash up, And go racin' in the street.
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats Calling out around the world, we're going racin' in the street.
I met her on the strip three years ago In a Camero with this dude from L.A. I blew that Camero off my back, and drove that little girl away, But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes And she cries herself to sleep at night When I come home the house is dark She sighs, "Baby did you make it all right, " She sits on the porch of her Daddy's house But all her pretty dreams are torn, She stares off alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just being born For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels, Rumbling through this promised land Tonight my baby and me, we're gonna ride to the sea And wash these sins off our hands.
Tonight, tonight the highway's bright Out of our way, mister you best keep 'Cause summer's here and the time is right For racin' in the street."
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, all through the town....
Tonight, it ain't right. I got to have me a week. But I'll be back for you Jack, and I'll let the machine speak.
Well, it depends: either
Saw her from the corner where she turned and doubled back / Started walking toward a coffee-colored Cadillac
or
Well I had the carburetor baby cleaned and checked, / 'n with her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbo jet / Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks / For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks / Took her down to the car wash, checked the plugs 'n points / Well I'm going out tonight I'm going to rock this joint
Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me an old machine For fifty odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris That hides a shining car A brilliant red Barchetta From a better vanished time I fire up the willing engine Responding with a roar Tires spitting gravel I commit my weekly crime
Wind In my hair Shifting and drifting Mechanical music Adrenaline surge...
Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware
Suddenly ahead of me Across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air car Shoots towards me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires To run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley As another joins the chase
Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud with fear and hope I've got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded at the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle at the fireside
The entirety of 'Stickshifts and Safetybelts' by Cake.
Who would love this car but me?
http://youtu.be/r2ct8am4y2E
Led Zeppelin - Trampled Under Foot
I ordered up a beer and set down at the bar, when some guy walked in and said who owns this car, with the peace sign, mag wheels, and the four on the floor?
Ride on Josephine ~ George Thorogood and the Destroyers
Ride on Josephine, ride on
Ride on Josephine, ride on
Ride on Josephine, child ya' got a runnin' machine
Baby baby ride on Josephine, baby ride on
Well now Josephine drivin' a hotrod Ford
She got twin carburators, gonna burn up the road
Twin exhausts kickin' out the rear
Some a'that'll really take away from here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjZCtMg_j04
"I've been driving all night, my hands wet on the wheel"
-Golden Earring, "Radar Love"
So get youself a car and drive it all night long.... Get yourself a car ride it on the wind...
Tell my girl I'll have to forget her, gotta by me a new carburettor
SnowMongoose wrote: The entirety of 'Stickshifts and Safetybelts' by Cake.
Beat me to it!
Also, "Racecar Yayas"
"The land where large fuzzy dice still hang proudly like testicles from rear view mirrors"
What? No Mustang Sally?
gearheadmb wrote: I ordered up a beer and set down at the bar, when some guy walked in and said who owns this car, with the peace sign, mag wheels, and the four on the floor?
for some reason I always imagine it's an Impala this color blue.......
Easin' down the highway in a new Cadillac, I had a fine fox in front, I had three more in the back. They sportin' short dresses, wearin' spike-heeled shoes, They smokin' Lucky Strikes, wearing nylon too. Welcome back, we're nationwide. Yeah we bad, we're nationwide.
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