Coming Soon To Spotify/YouTube & Others! A Bluesy Rock Biker Song! -------------------------------------------------------------- Half past six and the kettle’s just clicked, Cold in the yard and the clutch feels stiff, Zip up the jacket, pat for the keys, Little bit of drizzle hanging in the breeze. Neighbour's curtains twitch when I hit the start, That lumpy idle always warms my heart, Left foot down, little nod, away we go Town’s still yawning, I’m already sold. -------------------------------------------------------------- Past the lights, past the shops, past the school-run drag, Out where the hedges blur and the road goes mad, And the day gets better with every gear I throw. -------------------------------------------------------------- Grip, twist ’n’ roll, let the bad week shake, Let the bars buzz soft through your gloves and ache, Grip, twist ’n’ roll, let the grin take hold, Bit of blues in the blood and a back tire soul. Not trying to be a hero, not out to show off Just me, this bike, and a bit of get-lost. When the world talks rubbish and your head won’t slow, You grip, twist ’n’ roll. -------------------------------------------------------------- Lay-by coffee in a paper cup, Mate pulls in and says, “You been out long, bruv?” We talk pure nonsense, tyres and rain, Who nearly binned it at that roundabout bend. Then back on the saddle, back in the lane, Sun starts breaking through proper and plain, Engine’s got that sweet spot, loose and light One of them days the bike rides right -------------------------------------------------------------- No big speech, no deep grand plan, Just a wrist and a road and the best bit of I am, And the whole world fits in the white lines up ahead. -------------------------------------------------------------- Grip, twist ’n’ roll, let the bad week shake, Let the bars buzz soft through your gloves and ache, Grip, twist ’n’ roll, let the grin take hold, Bit of blues in the blood and a back tire soul. Not trying to be a hero, not out to show off— Just me, this bike, and a bit of get-lost. When the world talks rubbish and your head won’t slow, You grip, twist ’n’ roll. -------------------------------------------------------------- And it ain’t about speed, not really, not quite, It’s the bend done clean and the timing just right, It’s the nod from a stranger coming the other way, Like, “Yeah, I get it, mate, same kind of day.” It’s the laugh in your lid when the road opens wide, That daft sort of joy you can’t fake if you tried. -------------------------------------------------------------- Grip Twist Let it pull you out a bit Roll Breathe Let the rest fall off the seat -------------------------------------------------------------- Grip, twist ’n’ roll, let the bad week shake, Let the old stress rattle right out with the chain, Grip, twist ’n’ roll, let the grin take hold, Raw little rhythm with a rock ’n’ roll soul. No crowd, no stage, no need for applause Just clean air, bad tunes, and a decent exhaust. When life gets noisy and your chest sits low, You grip… twist… ’n’ rollmore

🔥 I DON’T NEED NO LAMBO 🔥 This song is for anyone who knows the truth: freedom doesn’t come with four wheels… it comes with two. I don’t need no Lambo — I ride my bike. This track is told from the POV of a biker who lives for the road, the throttle, and the feeling you only get when it’s just you, the machine, and the miles ahead. No flexing, no fake luxury — just real passion, real speed, and real freedom. If you’ve ever chosen two wheels over status, if riding clears your head, if the bike feels like home — this one’s for you. 🏍️ Turn it up. Ride safe. Live free.more

As a biker, this song just had to be created. LYRICS: ------------------------------------------------------------ Yeah I don't need no shrink, I don't need no meds I just need my bike and an open stretch Twist that grip, heart skips a beat Pain drips off in the slipstream breeze ------------------------------------------------------------ Gas tank full but my soul feels empty Life got weight and I carry it gently Bills, stress, voices in my head But it's quiet as death when I ride instead ------------------------------------------------------------ Leather gloves, throttle talkin' back My therapist roars in a V-twin track I ain't lookin' for a fix, just peace Some silence in the violence I keep on a leash ------------------------------------------------------------ And I'm receiving therapy Nothin' like the road and me Feelin' free Throttle open, engine gulpin Oil and petroleum I let go of sodium Tears and pandemonium Just me, my ride, and the cold wind blowin' in ------------------------------------------------------------ Man, I don't vent, I rev I confess through the clutch instead Every mile's like a prayer I send To a god I doubt but still depend ------------------------------------------------------------ Some drink, some smoke, some scream Me? I hit redline to kill those dreams You ever feel numb but you move too fast? That's how I deal when my mind backtracks ------------------------------------------------------------ They don't get it. This ain't a phase It's a chain-linked soul I release in waves Downshift pain, upshift truth Burn through trauma like tread on the roof ------------------------------------------------------------ I been ghostin' demons on two wheels Real talk, only place I feel real Metal don't judge, chrome don't speak But that rumble says more than a hundred shrinks ------------------------------------------------------------ Yeah, I'm receiving therapy Nothin' like the road and me Feelin' free Throttle open, engine gulpin Oil and petroleum Drippin' out the old in me Healin' every hole in me Fuel-fed fire bringin' back what's stolen, G ------------------------------------------------------------ I been broken, chokin, barely copin Runnin' on fumes and wide-eyed hopin World too loud, can't think straight So I cut through pain on a steel escape ------------------------------------------------------------ This ain't no hobby, it's my pulse, my peace My final thread when the noise won't cease You ever talk to God through a twist of the wrist? That's prayer on pavement, that's holy grit ------------------------------------------------------------ Now I'm receivin' therapy Nothin' like the road and me Feelin' free Throttle open, heart exposin Engine drinkin' all my potions Ghosts dissolvin, problems stallin I ride to keep my soul from fallin Yeah, this bike? My one true callin Two wheels down, and I'm all in.more