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lyrics

I got a Triumph Dolomite sprint fifteen hundred
In black and silver with grey velour seats
Overheated oil slick around it
And fitted matching carpet
Burr walnut dahboard inside it's as
Smooth as a chainsaw to ride and the
Spills on the concrete garage floor didn't
Cease production in 84

Born while I rode round this town on a twenty
With sturmey archer three-speed it'ss got plenty
But a shopper's not so hip as a chopper
Still this one comes approved by ROSPA
With sensible lights and crankest
Cycling proficiency certificate
Careful for kerbs, careful for cars
Careful to stay behind handlebars

But we don't get around so much these days, it seems all we do
Is cruise around on streetview, spinning through the same old haunts
From sussex esplanade to atlantic highway, seems all we did
Was turn our racers into metal
but I'd sell up for you my sweetheart my petal
Hang the keys on the wall and let the dust settle
The past can be scrapped like the cars but the futures all ours

You must have looked quite the part in your Chevette, but
What would I know we hadn't met, we hadn't
Crossed in a glance on the bypass
A double take when I drove past
Where it all used to seem so far away
Another page on the map just to Pevensey Bay
Years of life seen through windows of cars looking for
Someone to see past the handlebars

We don't get around so much these days, it seems all we do
Is cruise around on streetview, spinning through the same old haunts
From sussex esplanade to atlantic highway, seems all we did
Was turn our racers into metal
but I'd sell up for you my sweetheart my petal
Hang the keys on the wall and let the dust settle
The past can be scrapped like the cars but the futures all ours

...Hold on to the wheel, put your foor on the pedal
Will the love that we have be worth it's weight in metal
When it's melted down, planted where we are
remember when the road used to stretch so far
Sen my heart past the roundabout to the bypass
The past can be scrapped like the cars but the future's all ours

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from Carvery of Blight, released May 27, 2016

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Julian Gaskell UK

Described by angry locals as the bastard son of Waits, Strummer, Reinhardt and Rachmaninov, Julian Gaskell’s music over the last 20 years has followed a wayward path of withering agricultural-folk, klezmer accordion, overly-lyrical punk, gypsy-jazz guitar, tangos, waltzes, rhumbas and skiffled-up boogie-woogie piano. ... more

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