| MK19_ | 04-19-2005 10:16 AM |
All your 0-60 tim3 is r pwn3d by el3tic khar
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Wow...
[url]http://www.acpropulsion.com/tzero_pages/tzero_performance.htm[/url]
[url]http://www.acpropulsion.com/tzero_pages/tzero_performance.htm[/url]
| KC | 04-19-2005 10:29 AM |
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
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
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
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
| TheWRX | 04-19-2005 10:36 AM |
Keith, are you ok??? :lol:
| leecea | 04-19-2005 10:46 AM |
Rush :)
| KC | 04-19-2005 10:52 AM |
[QUOTE=TheWRX]Keith, are you ok??? :lol:[/QUOTE]
That song is about the demise of the internal combusion engine. ;)
That song is about the demise of the internal combusion engine. ;)
| MK19_ | 04-19-2005 10:54 AM |
[QUOTE=KC]That song is about the demise of the internal combusion engine. ;)[/QUOTE]
Well, while we're at it:
Well it�s not far down to paradise
At least not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
And find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Baby believe me
It�s not far to never-never land
No reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy
Of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Baby believe me
Sailing takes me away
To where I�ve always heard it could be
Just a dream and a wind to carry me
Soon I will be free
Fantasy
It gets the best of me
When I�m sailing
All the world in a reverie
Every word is a symphony
Won�t you believe me?
Sailing [takes me away] takes me away
To where I�ve always heard it could be [where I wanna be]
Just a dream and a wind to carry me
Soon I will be free
Soon I will be free
Ahhh....
It�s not far back to sanity
At least it�s not for me
And if he wind is right you can sail away
And find serenity
The canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Baby, believe me
Sailing takes me away
To where I�ve always heard it could be
Just a dream and a wind to carry me
Soon I will be free
Soon I will be free [free!]
Sailing takes me away
To where I�ve always heard it could be [I�ve always heard it could be]
Just a dream and a wind to carry me
Soon I will be free
Soon I will be free yeah.
:lol: :lol: :lol:
Well, while we're at it:
Well it�s not far down to paradise
At least not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
And find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Baby believe me
It�s not far to never-never land
No reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy
Of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Baby believe me
Sailing takes me away
To where I�ve always heard it could be
Just a dream and a wind to carry me
Soon I will be free
Fantasy
It gets the best of me
When I�m sailing
All the world in a reverie
Every word is a symphony
Won�t you believe me?
Sailing [takes me away] takes me away
To where I�ve always heard it could be [where I wanna be]
Just a dream and a wind to carry me
Soon I will be free
Soon I will be free
Ahhh....
It�s not far back to sanity
At least it�s not for me
And if he wind is right you can sail away
And find serenity
The canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Baby, believe me
Sailing takes me away
To where I�ve always heard it could be
Just a dream and a wind to carry me
Soon I will be free
Soon I will be free [free!]
Sailing takes me away
To where I�ve always heard it could be [I�ve always heard it could be]
Just a dream and a wind to carry me
Soon I will be free
Soon I will be free yeah.
:lol: :lol: :lol:
| AtomicRacer | 04-19-2005 10:54 AM |
Red Barchetta, great song. =)
| speedyHAM | 04-19-2005 11:32 AM |
"AC Propulsion takes a road trip in the tzero to mile-high Mount Wilson. The tzero can make the 90-mile round trip from AC Propulsion's offices in San Dimas to the top of Mount Wilson and back with ease."
Gee- 90 whole miles, that's about enough for 2 days of regular driving for me. I'll stick with my Impreza.
Gee- 90 whole miles, that's about enough for 2 days of regular driving for me. I'll stick with my Impreza.
| leecea | 04-19-2005 11:42 AM |
I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
It's my baby callin', says I need you here
And it's a half past four and I'm shiftin' gear
When she is lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable comin' in from above
Don't need no phone at all
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a wave in the air, Radar Love
The radio is playing some forgotten song
Brenda Lee's comin' on strong
The road has got me hypnotized
And I'm speedin' into a new sunrise
When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sents her comfort comin' in from above
We don't need no letter at all
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a light in the sky
(Instrumental break)
No more speed, I'm almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Last car to pass, here I go
And the line of cars drove down real slow
And the radio played that forgotten song
Brenda Lee's comin' on strong
And the newsman sang his same song
Oh one more radar lover gone
When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sents her comfort comin' in from above
We don't need no letter at all
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a light in the sky
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
It's my baby callin', says I need you here
And it's a half past four and I'm shiftin' gear
When she is lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable comin' in from above
Don't need no phone at all
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a wave in the air, Radar Love
The radio is playing some forgotten song
Brenda Lee's comin' on strong
The road has got me hypnotized
And I'm speedin' into a new sunrise
When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sents her comfort comin' in from above
We don't need no letter at all
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a light in the sky
(Instrumental break)
No more speed, I'm almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Last car to pass, here I go
And the line of cars drove down real slow
And the radio played that forgotten song
Brenda Lee's comin' on strong
And the newsman sang his same song
Oh one more radar lover gone
When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sents her comfort comin' in from above
We don't need no letter at all
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a light in the sky
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
| TheWRX | 04-19-2005 11:44 AM |
[QUOTE=KC]That song is about the demise of the internal combusion engine. ;)[/QUOTE]
Ah, I see, I didn't recognize the song. :o For a moment I thought you might have written that text...
Ah, I see, I didn't recognize the song. :o For a moment I thought you might have written that text...
| PhilC | 04-19-2005 11:47 AM |
[QUOTE=speedyHAM]"AC Propulsion takes a road trip in the tzero to mile-high Mount Wilson. The tzero can make the 90-mile round trip from AC Propulsion's offices in San Dimas to the top of Mount Wilson and back with ease."
Gee- 90 whole miles, that's about enough for 2 days of regular driving for me. I'll stick with my Impreza.[/QUOTE]
I was thinking that exact same thing. Range: 100 miles at 60MPH. Got to assume it's lower than that at a higher speed so basically it would just about be on it's last watt when I get home from my daily 75+ mile commute. Just not practical in the real world.
Gee- 90 whole miles, that's about enough for 2 days of regular driving for me. I'll stick with my Impreza.[/QUOTE]
I was thinking that exact same thing. Range: 100 miles at 60MPH. Got to assume it's lower than that at a higher speed so basically it would just about be on it's last watt when I get home from my daily 75+ mile commute. Just not practical in the real world.
| wrx2.0 555 | 04-19-2005 11:52 AM |
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.
| MK19_ | 04-19-2005 11:55 AM |
Man... this thread hasn't gone OT too much :rolleyes:
| bemani | 04-19-2005 12:34 PM |
A l33t thread title tends to do that :rolleyes:
| jbrennen | 04-19-2005 02:51 PM |
[QUOTE=speedyHAM]"AC Propulsion takes a road trip in the tzero to mile-high Mount Wilson. The tzero can make the 90-mile round trip from AC Propulsion's offices in San Dimas to the top of Mount Wilson and back with ease."
Gee- 90 whole miles, that's about enough for 2 days of regular driving for me. I'll stick with my Impreza.[/QUOTE]
Have you driven up to Mt. Wilson before??? I have. I'm impressed. Of course, they probably actually gain battery charge coming down the mountain, but the fact they can get up to the top is pretty cool.
Gee- 90 whole miles, that's about enough for 2 days of regular driving for me. I'll stick with my Impreza.[/QUOTE]
Have you driven up to Mt. Wilson before??? I have. I'm impressed. Of course, they probably actually gain battery charge coming down the mountain, but the fact they can get up to the top is pretty cool.
| Zoinks | 04-19-2005 03:06 PM |
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 then 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 goin' 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 Camaro with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camaro 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 goin' racin' in the street
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 then 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 goin' 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 Camaro with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camaro 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 goin' racin' in the street
| jbrennen | 04-19-2005 03:13 PM |
Greasy slicked down body, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain�t no sin
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil�s flow
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I�ve got the perfect tools
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it�s a perfect size
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Groovin� on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I�m gonna crack a head.
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
I can�t stop talkin� about...
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn�t hold
I�m so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Oh, I can�t stop talkin� about love.
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain�t no sin
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil�s flow
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I�ve got the perfect tools
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it�s a perfect size
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Groovin� on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I�m gonna crack a head.
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
I can�t stop talkin� about...
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn�t hold
I�m so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
Talkin� �bout love (x3)
Oh, I can�t stop talkin� about love.
| Butt Dyno | 04-19-2005 04:46 PM |
Like a 454
With the 4 on the floor
Deuce coupe coming at you
Avoiding the capture
Fall from stop and drop
Than we ready to rock
And city of steel
Catch me crusin down the block
Whenever days are difficult
Im out on my own
Driving 86 Jetta
Hoping that I could do better
But my car keeps me humble
In the concrete jungle
Despite the wear and tear
It seems to always get me there
Rebuilt the motor because
She decided to blow
And what do you know
Someone stole my stereo, when it's
Time to go I put my foot on the floor
Let the deasel do the work
I ain't complaining no more
Highways and straighaways
Offroads and open roads
No matter what we will
still be making the show
It's kinda like life
And life treats you good
It's not what's on the outside
It's what's under the hood
[Chorus: 2x]
Put the pedal to the metal and im off and never getting lost
Which way will I turn when roads cross
Press the petal to the metal little more when it's scary
But one thing for sure, keep my foot on the floor
It doesn't matter what you drive
It's like you drive what you got
Discipline you can win
Just let the tire spin
And begin
The journey of life with each ride
Can you help me at the side
On what we wanna ride
Sometimes we can live
(something)
With the back up plan
And in with the program
Who I am, Doesn't reflect material
My vehicle approaches
[Chorus:]
Put the pedal to the metal and im off and never getting lost
Which way will I turn when roads cross
Press the petal to the metal little more when it's scary
But one thing for sure, keep my foot on the floor
Won't stop drivin till it's over
Still be crusin when the sun goes down
Won't stop drivin till it's over
Still be crusin when the sun goes down
[Chorus: 2x]
Put the pedal to the metal and im off and never getting lost
Which way will I turn when roads cross
Press the petal to the metal little more when it's scary
But one thing for sure, keep my foot on the floor
[2x]
Put the pedal to the metal and im off
pedal to the metal and im off
With the 4 on the floor
Deuce coupe coming at you
Avoiding the capture
Fall from stop and drop
Than we ready to rock
And city of steel
Catch me crusin down the block
Whenever days are difficult
Im out on my own
Driving 86 Jetta
Hoping that I could do better
But my car keeps me humble
In the concrete jungle
Despite the wear and tear
It seems to always get me there
Rebuilt the motor because
She decided to blow
And what do you know
Someone stole my stereo, when it's
Time to go I put my foot on the floor
Let the deasel do the work
I ain't complaining no more
Highways and straighaways
Offroads and open roads
No matter what we will
still be making the show
It's kinda like life
And life treats you good
It's not what's on the outside
It's what's under the hood
[Chorus: 2x]
Put the pedal to the metal and im off and never getting lost
Which way will I turn when roads cross
Press the petal to the metal little more when it's scary
But one thing for sure, keep my foot on the floor
It doesn't matter what you drive
It's like you drive what you got
Discipline you can win
Just let the tire spin
And begin
The journey of life with each ride
Can you help me at the side
On what we wanna ride
Sometimes we can live
(something)
With the back up plan
And in with the program
Who I am, Doesn't reflect material
My vehicle approaches
[Chorus:]
Put the pedal to the metal and im off and never getting lost
Which way will I turn when roads cross
Press the petal to the metal little more when it's scary
But one thing for sure, keep my foot on the floor
Won't stop drivin till it's over
Still be crusin when the sun goes down
Won't stop drivin till it's over
Still be crusin when the sun goes down
[Chorus: 2x]
Put the pedal to the metal and im off and never getting lost
Which way will I turn when roads cross
Press the petal to the metal little more when it's scary
But one thing for sure, keep my foot on the floor
[2x]
Put the pedal to the metal and im off
pedal to the metal and im off
| BAN SUVS | 04-19-2005 06:56 PM |
<insert pretty much any Beach Boys song here>
| jamesohoh7 | 04-20-2005 08:34 AM |
[QUOTE=Zoinks]I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor....
[/QUOTE]
no... no Mr. Springstein, you don't have 'Fuelie' heads on a 396... (no-such-thing.. 'fuelie' heads were small-block only items...refers to them being from a fuel-injected motor, 396 == big-block .. notwithstanding the emergence of very large displacement small-blocks in the last 10 years.. this song is from like 1978).
Always bugged me listening to that song... but I'm nutty anway :lol:
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor....
[/QUOTE]
no... no Mr. Springstein, you don't have 'Fuelie' heads on a 396... (no-such-thing.. 'fuelie' heads were small-block only items...refers to them being from a fuel-injected motor, 396 == big-block .. notwithstanding the emergence of very large displacement small-blocks in the last 10 years.. this song is from like 1978).
Always bugged me listening to that song... but I'm nutty anway :lol:
| Zoinks | 04-20-2005 05:24 PM |
[QUOTE=jamesohoh7]no... no Mr. Springstein, you don't have 'Fuelie' heads on a 396... (no-such-thing.. 'fuelie' heads were small-block only items...refers to them being from a fuel-injected motor, 396 == big-block .. notwithstanding the emergence of very large displacement small-blocks in the last 10 years.. this song is from like 1978).
Always bugged me listening to that song... but I'm nutty anway :lol:[/QUOTE]
You learn something new every day. Still a great song tho... :)
Always bugged me listening to that song... but I'm nutty anway :lol:[/QUOTE]
You learn something new every day. Still a great song tho... :)
| Zoinks | 04-20-2005 05:29 PM |
My pappy said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin' ...
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!'
Well, you've heard the story of the hot rod race,
When the Ford and the Mercury were settin' the pace.
That story's true I'm here to say,
Cause I was a'drivin' that Model A.
It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up;
That Model A body makes it look like a pup.
It's got 12 cylinders and uses them all;
And an overdrive that just won't stall.
It's got a 4-barrel carb and dual exhausts,
4:11 gears that really get lost -
Safety tubes and I'm not scared,
The brakes are good and the tires are fair.
We left San Pedro late one night;
The moon and the stars were shinin' bright.
We were drivin' up Grapevine Hill,
Passin' cars like they were standin' still.
Then, all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye,
a Cadillac sedan passed us by.
The remark was made, "That's the car for me."
But, by then, the taillights wuz all you could see.
Well, the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind,
So I started to make that Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and, man alive,
I shoved it down into overdrive.
Well, I wound it up to 110;
Twisted the speedometer cable right off the end.
Had my foot glued right to the floor;
I said, "That's all there is - there ain't no more.
Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense;
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, "Slow down, I see spots."
The lines on the road just looked like dots.
Went around a corner and passed a truck;
I crossed my fingers just for luck -
The fenders clickin' the guard rail post;
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.
Smoke was rollin' outta the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and hoped I could pass
But when I did I'd be short on gas.
There were flames comin' from out of the side;
You could feel the tension; man, what a ride.
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me by.
All of a sudden a rod started knockin';
Down in the depths she started a rockin'.
I looked in the mirror and a red light was blinkin';
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln.
Well they arrested me and put me in jail.
I called my pop to make my bail.
He said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin',
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!'
Do they make any good newschool car songs?
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!'
Well, you've heard the story of the hot rod race,
When the Ford and the Mercury were settin' the pace.
That story's true I'm here to say,
Cause I was a'drivin' that Model A.
It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up;
That Model A body makes it look like a pup.
It's got 12 cylinders and uses them all;
And an overdrive that just won't stall.
It's got a 4-barrel carb and dual exhausts,
4:11 gears that really get lost -
Safety tubes and I'm not scared,
The brakes are good and the tires are fair.
We left San Pedro late one night;
The moon and the stars were shinin' bright.
We were drivin' up Grapevine Hill,
Passin' cars like they were standin' still.
Then, all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye,
a Cadillac sedan passed us by.
The remark was made, "That's the car for me."
But, by then, the taillights wuz all you could see.
Well, the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind,
So I started to make that Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and, man alive,
I shoved it down into overdrive.
Well, I wound it up to 110;
Twisted the speedometer cable right off the end.
Had my foot glued right to the floor;
I said, "That's all there is - there ain't no more.
Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense;
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, "Slow down, I see spots."
The lines on the road just looked like dots.
Went around a corner and passed a truck;
I crossed my fingers just for luck -
The fenders clickin' the guard rail post;
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.
Smoke was rollin' outta the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and hoped I could pass
But when I did I'd be short on gas.
There were flames comin' from out of the side;
You could feel the tension; man, what a ride.
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me by.
All of a sudden a rod started knockin';
Down in the depths she started a rockin'.
I looked in the mirror and a red light was blinkin';
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln.
Well they arrested me and put me in jail.
I called my pop to make my bail.
He said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin',
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!'
Do they make any good newschool car songs?
| billzebub | 04-20-2005 11:29 PM |
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah
I bring the hammer down
A tiny crushin sound
And I�m in the yard
Smashing match box cars
An itty bitty crash
And my machine is trash
But I�m blastin past
With chickie on the dash
Chickie on the gas
Go chickie
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah
The firecracker blow
An urge overload
The wild plastic fire
Smoke from the tire
Layin� a little patch
Without a single scratch
Between the hammer and the rock i
Can see bright blue mach 5
It�s my mach 5
Oh
Oh my goodness
It�s the most beautiful little thing I�ve ever seen in my life
It�s blue on the outside and all creamy on the interior
Yeah
I can�t bring myself to smash it
So I take it for a ride on a sunny summer sunday afternoon
I�m riding with the top down
Riding with the top down
Riding with the top down
Hell I blew the top right of my car
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5
Yeah I wanna go
I wanna go
I wanna go
I wanna go
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah
I bring the hammer down
A tiny crushin sound
And I�m in the yard
Smashing match box cars
An itty bitty crash
And my machine is trash
But I�m blastin past
With chickie on the dash
Chickie on the gas
Go chickie
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will survive
Yeah yeah
The firecracker blow
An urge overload
The wild plastic fire
Smoke from the tire
Layin� a little patch
Without a single scratch
Between the hammer and the rock i
Can see bright blue mach 5
It�s my mach 5
Oh
Oh my goodness
It�s the most beautiful little thing I�ve ever seen in my life
It�s blue on the outside and all creamy on the interior
Yeah
I can�t bring myself to smash it
So I take it for a ride on a sunny summer sunday afternoon
I�m riding with the top down
Riding with the top down
Riding with the top down
Hell I blew the top right of my car
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5 I will
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5
Yeah I wanna go
I wanna go
I wanna go
I wanna go
| 23b_Rex | 04-20-2005 11:36 PM |
I'm an electric car
I can't go very fast
or very far
and if you drive me
people will think you're gay
I can't go very fast
or very far
and if you drive me
people will think you're gay
| silver arrow | 04-20-2005 11:49 PM |
Watched it coming up winslow
Down south park boulevard
Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood
Great big fins and painted steel
Man it looked just like the batmobile
With my old man behind the wheel
Well you could hardly even see him
In all of that chrome
The man with the plan and the pocket comb
But every night it carried him home
And i could hear him sayin'...
Don't gimme no buick
Son you must take my word
If there's a god in heaven
He's got a silver thunderbird
You can keep your eldorados
And the foreign car's absurd
Me i wanna go down
In a silver thunderbird
He got up every morning
While i was still asleep
But i remember the sound of him shuffling around
Then right before the crack of dawn
I heard him turn the motor on
But when i got up they were gone
Down the road in the rain and snow
The man and his machine would go
Oh the secrets that old car would know
Sometimes i hear him sayin'...
(chorus)
Name that tune:lol:
Down south park boulevard
Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood
Great big fins and painted steel
Man it looked just like the batmobile
With my old man behind the wheel
Well you could hardly even see him
In all of that chrome
The man with the plan and the pocket comb
But every night it carried him home
And i could hear him sayin'...
Don't gimme no buick
Son you must take my word
If there's a god in heaven
He's got a silver thunderbird
You can keep your eldorados
And the foreign car's absurd
Me i wanna go down
In a silver thunderbird
He got up every morning
While i was still asleep
But i remember the sound of him shuffling around
Then right before the crack of dawn
I heard him turn the motor on
But when i got up they were gone
Down the road in the rain and snow
The man and his machine would go
Oh the secrets that old car would know
Sometimes i hear him sayin'...
(chorus)
Name that tune:lol:
| Clavo | 04-21-2005 02:33 AM |
[QUOTE=wrx2.0 555]Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.[/QUOTE]
{homer} MMmmmmmm CAKE {/homer}
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.[/QUOTE]
{homer} MMmmmmmm CAKE {/homer}
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