Motorcycles & Guitars
They are the quiet's banishment, awakening the silence
Leaving neighbors adamant, tempting souls with violence
Ravaging the atmoshere with deadly sonic riffs,
Capturing the ladybugs and maddening and the stiffs
They are the dames and undesputed kings of rock'n'roll,
rembling the plains and chasing rabbits from their hole
Motoring from club to club; while strings are fetching money,
Looking for that next paystub, out with my biker honey.
I cut the streets and avenues beneath the city lights,
An easyrider blazing trails, just cruising through the nights.
With motorhog between my legs and woman on my back,
A guitar strapped around my neck.. i'm running over hacks!
- Bryce E Coast's blog
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This must be sung
Why are you not being signed up?or do you suffer from shyness?or afraid of not being able to handle stardom?you dont write like a loser!and you dont write like a recluse!my old favourite Willie nelson would love you!wish i could manage you as plenty of folk clubs cant find good soloists.knock them out Bard of the barrier that is knocking down all the barriers!lsobe lucky.all the best
Will Do Lad
I'll keep going at it, maybe one day i'll make a breakthru and be on me way lad.. maybe the bard Willie can help me get in lolz »BRYCE
Great poem Bryce
I loved this one , the guitar did it for me .I used to play the guitar when younger but not rock roll though,
I was a finger picking folk player, In the days of hippies lol,Donovan etc,
until I broke my wrist on ice and never got to play any more my wrist was never the same any more, this brought memories back though great poem big hugs from Willow.
Willow ^
I bet you were pretty groovy on guitar back then... sitting out in the sun and playing spriteful melodies to the hypnotic hipster crowd lolz.. must of been a sight to see my friend,., hippiehugs from BRYCE
Rock'N'Roll
Like guns & roses, they are the mortal tools of rock and i enjoy em both ))-kisses rebecca
Yes Indeedy
They are great gifts from the rock gods,., thanx again beck »BRYCE