some bmx poetry--
"SNAP THE GOOSENECK" by Sean"DECKER RAT" MIland
You rode the ridge
axles on edge, bars on your teeth
rocks in your brain and berms in your sleep
You crave moto action
but the bike can't deliver.
Wailin' straight down the canyon
on the scrambin' lead feather.
she's a flat black hotrod
it's a radical CYC
BUt the welds ain't holdin' and you'll soon see-
SNAP IT-SNAP IT, YOUR GOOSE IS COOKED
SNAP IT-SNAP IT, YOUR 'BARS ON THE LOOSE
SNAP IT-SNAP IT, YOUR GOOSE HAS BROKE
WASTED-WASTED, YOUR LIFE UP IN ASHTABULA SMOKE
(YOUR WIFE AINT SO STOKED, 2nd chorus)
You'll both be back, faster than ever.
Jealous kids watch in a fever.
Your MC style is what they envy,
But your ride and your gut are on the heavy.
CHorus x2
"THE '79 CUTOFF" BY Sean "nubs" Miland
Riding for miles for the gleaming trophy.
The "KID"then ordered hash at the gas station Denny's.
A look in his eye of RADICAL sin that says hungry.
You ran like a banshee...son of the witch hazel,
(HUGE CROWD CHANT)L-Y-N-D-E--!!!!!
Arriving in style at the coliseum,
polishing your weapon of war,
he was a polish killer on a DB-4.
Small like a switchblade ,sharp like (PK)ripper.
You met your match at the concrete track.
His swooping moves of steel
almost laid you down with a smack.
So you took out the Darkhorse and laid him on his back.
(chorus)
BUT THE WORDS ECHO PAIN-YOU'RE the SE WARRIOR INSANE
THEY HAUNT WITH A PHRASE TO MAKE YA WIG-
the Darkhorse said-
IF YOU EVER TRY THAT AGAIN, I'M GONNA KNOCK YOUR FOOCKING HEAD IN!
YA DIG?
REPEAT chorus