Motorbykle – Cynthia Alexander

(I watched Cynthia perform at Kanto bar about 2 weekends ago. Dusted off her old CDs and rediscovered that she had a song (tenuously) related to riding. Obviously, the song is not about heavy metal thunder racing in the wind nor about firing all the guns at once and exploding into space. Nor does one think these thoughts while zipping at 100 kph. But alone in a bar at night, after riding on a Sunday all by your lonesome, well, one may get to rummage through the mind and think…)

we barely survive the abuses
we inflict upon ourselves
we never mean to be unkind
the colors leave us blind

well we get what we deserve
and we pay for what we get

here is the game and here is the cycle
while I ride my motorbykle
Ride

we brave the accusations
& stand on burning bridges
blame it all on weakness
& crucify our innocence

well we get what we deserve
& we pay for what we get

here is the game
and here is the cycle
while I ride my motorbykle

now we have come
to our hi-ways' end
run along now & carry on

& embrace the changes
sanctify this distance
we're certified experienced
to do it all again

but we get what we deserve
& we pay for what we get

here is the game and here is the cycle
while I ride my motorbykle
Ride