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Motorcycle Ride

by David Bayles

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Planes flying low, bombs dropping
Explosions, fallen buildings
Rubble of one peaceful streets
A promise I mean to keep

Riding a motorcycle
It's like the running of the bulls
I'm dodging death left and right

But I'd do it
All over
If it meant I could save you
Just wait where
I told you
My love, I'm coming for you

Blitzkrieg! Nazi machine guns
Blanket fire from the sky
Kill everyone running in the street
Worst fears within come out as
Desperate sounds, trying to escape
Gernika will never be the same

It's happening in slow motion
I'm speeding by as you run
I reach out to pull you on

Don't worry, I've got you
We'll soon be safe, my darling
We'll ride to the full moon
That's where my boat is waiting

Where are the brighter days
Cafes and shops, we'd laugh and talk
I used to think it would never change
But now it's burning down
In thick black clouds from crumbled bricks
I never thought it would come to this

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released October 25, 2017

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