Motorcycle songs

Mrs bluej had this song for her ring tone for a while

Street Fighter LTD wrote: Deep Purple

Highway Star

Dave

Here you go Dave, 

Forgot about this one,

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Heard this today

Moby Grape Motorcycle Irene 1968


There she sits a-smokin, reefer in her mouth
Her hair hangin' northward, as she travels south
Dirty on her Harley, but her nails are clean
Super powered, de-flowered over eighteen Irene

(Piano refrain) [it kicks]
I've seen her in the bare where her tatoo's and her chains
Wrap around her body where written are the names
Of prisons she's been in and lovers she has seen
Curve winding, bump and grinding motorcycle irene
Related

Ground around like hamburger layin in a splat in pieces crumpled flat
Oh, the feet were in the bushes, her toes were in her hat
Stark-raven, un-shaven Motorcycle Irene

TheHunchback, the cripple, horseman and the fool
Prayer books and candles and Carpets, cloaks and jewels
Knowin all the answers, but breakin all the rules
Stark naked unsacred motorcyle Irene

L'Homme à la Moto (*) - Édith Piaf // JACK'S SOUND Cover
...:woohoo: ....

He was wearing panties, motorcycle boots
A black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
His motorcycle was going like a cannonball
Sowing terror throughout the region.

Brigitte Bardot - Harley Davidson
...:dry: ....

Merci!


1968

Here are the lyrics, translated for us English speaking pig/dogs

“I do not need anyone
In Harley-Davidson
I do not recognize anyone
In Harley-Davidson

I press the starter
And here I leave the earth
I’ll go to heaven
But in a train of hell

I do not need anyone
In Harley-Davidson
I do not recognize anybody
In Harley-Davidson

And if I die tomorrow
It was such that was my destiny
I hold much less to life
Than to my terrible machine

I do not need anyone
In Harley-Davidson
I do not recognize anybody
In Harley-Davidson

When I feel on the road
The trepidations of my machine
Me rides desires
In the hollow of my kidneys

I do not need anyone
In Harley-Davidson
I do not recognize anyone
In Harley-Davidson

I go to more than a hundred
And I feel fire and blood

What does it matter to me to die
Hair in the wind!

What does it matter to me to die
Hair in the wind!


I could not find the translation for " Jack's Sound "

While we are on Hogs

bluej58 wrote:

Jean-Charles wrote: L'Homme à la Moto (*) - Édith Piaf // JACK'S SOUND Cover

...:woohoo: ....

I could not find the translation for " Jack's Sound "

He wore motorbike pants and boots,
A black leather blazer with an eagle on the back.
His motorbike went like a cannonball
Spreading terror in the entire region.

He never combed his hair, he never washed himself,
Sludge filled his fingernails but on his biceps he had,
A tattoo featuring a blue heart on pale skin,
And inside it one could read "Mother I Love you".
He had a girlfriend, Marie-Lou was her name,
They all took pity on her, a child of her age...
Because everyone knew well how much he loved
His bitch of a motorbike above all things.

He wore motorbike pants and boots,
A black leather blazer with an eagle on the back
His motorbike went like a cannonball
Spreading terror in the entire region

Marie-Lou, the poor girl, implored him and begged him
"Say, do not go tonight, I will cry if you leave".
But the words were lost, her tears also
In the noise of the machine and of the exhaust pipe.
He lept like a demon with flames in his eyes,
At the crossing it was like thundering fire
Against a steamtrain that sped towards the South.
And when they came to sift out the debris,

They found his motorbike pants and his boots
His black leather blazer with an eagle on the back
But nothing left of this motorbike and nothing left of this demon
Who once spread terror in the entire region!





Wishing you from the Parisian suburbs a good day!

Motorcycle??? any way it's a blast from my past



Mad Jack
Baker Gurvitz Army


Now this is a story I swear it's true
All about Mad Jack and Argungu Mad Jack was nobody's fool
Sittin' in back keepin' cool
The kids ran out as Jack passed by
Throwin' mints with a twinkle in his eye (Chorus:)Keep on truckin', ridin' on thru
Keep on Heading-Argungu
Kept his wheels an' he kept his head
Kept his tiger, black, white and red
Black, white and red, that's what I said
He kept his tiger, black, white and red The crowds all cheered at his strange machine
Flashing thru the bush with his racing team
With his map and his tiger in the back
Argungu Jack was the first one back (Chorus) Now I'll tell the tale it really is true
All about Mad Jack and Argungu
Four days, three nights thru bush and trees
Boulders and rocks, Mad Jack and his crew
Beat the lot to Argungu The Flying Dutchman, the Flying Scot
And Snob Goblin eighteen tried all they'd got
Making way for no one, they just had to win
To beat Mad Jack, his friends and crew
And be the first to Argungu Thirteen vehicles died the very first day
And a poor old donkey flew away
And an eagle and umpteen goats
And various quadrupeds met their match
Meeting man-made metal monsters
It just didn't do
They couldn't beat Jack to Argungu Bomber Bombadini went backwards up a tree
How he got there it's a mystery to me
The Flying Dutchman, the Scot and eighteen
Got stuck in the sand and when they got free
Went three ways thru a village
Chasing me to Argungu Thru the hot hazy Hamatan
And the cold windy nights
The remaining few madmen blazed their lights
And I lost a wheel I would've won, too
But where others had failed Mad Jack he came thru
He kept his wheels and he kept his head
And he kept his tiger, black, white and red
And to my great surprise Mad Jack and his crew
Took the prize at Argungu The tiger as it happens
Was a lion
Songwriters: Adrian Gurvitz / Ginger Baker

Johnny Hallyday - À tout casser ( du film 'À tout casser' ) (*)

(*) Breaking everything

Translation : 'À tout casser'

At full throttle you have to choose in life
I do not want to slow down
To win I take all the shortcuts
If I win a day then you will say

He is breaking everything
He is breaking everything
Breaking everything

In love I do not do novel
As I am they let me take me
But as for my one hundred percent motorcycle
You have to love that to live with me

Love to break everything
Love to break everything
the love
Love to break everything
Love to break everything
Love to break everything

At full throttle I prefer my freedom
All or nothing but never half
What's wrong with me?
In those moments always despite myself

I can break everything
I can break everything
I can break everything
I can break everything
Breaking everything


What we have here is my (very) edited version of this promo film from 1968...the copyright people have made me cut this to ribbons but hopefully they will let this version stay up!...they have only let the dark stuff stay so please bare with me and just enjoy what we have left!!!! a shame as this is a fantastic promo that should be seen and heard by all.....Jimmy Page on guitar.....