It aint easy being Lemmy just like some people think...I know the scene aint easy...lets just face the facts rockers being yourself aint easy...So to keep on rockin week in week out can take its toll on a body and soul..As a part of the season is winding down you gotta ask your yourself..What can i do to get through these last few .. I know i know some of you it aint even anywhere near your radar.. and are already are gettin ready for somthin else...I aint going anywhere near that.. hopefully I will be long gone by then..but gettin back to the stool....I aint searchin for a roll while sittin here workin a deuce nor here to motivate you to do the same....But rather having you do the work and motivate me..whats the drive..just like a porn star some ..I ask
you to ask yourself.
.. "what was the motivation for my last scene" ...I Tell you haters..I got em..little things that keep me pickin up the 4004...And when i do I know it aint about the out come,comments, likes, hits,tits or tags..
all i got is..
One More Fucking Time..
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I've always thought bike racers were more "Mods" than "Rockers"
maybe the Roadies.
You will read this after, so I want you to know I was happiest on the bike.
For all of my memory I felt the most at home
With my feet on the pedals and the world moving around me.
The perfume of grease,
mentholated embrocation
and the heat in my legs.
We saw the movie in the small cinema in Cesenatico,
Disney’s little elephant who could fly.
I flew away on my bike that afternoon,
A boy’s eyes wet with tears of humiliation.
The harder I pedaled,
The higher I flew,
I learned to use my skills,
To fly above my hurt,
You called me hero, but I heard only taunts.
Pedal harder.
You called me campione.
Pedal harder.
You called me cheater.
Pedal harder.
I’m sorry, but I could not pedal every hour of every day.
I could not keep those thoughts
From my sleep.
So I filled my hours with tricks to stop the endless chatter of
God and family. Sin and redemption. My face in the mirror.
My imperfections magnified.
Pedal harder.
I held the biggest prize above my head
My heart was full of joy and peace.
My mother and father wept at my achievement.
But by the next dawn I was filled again with shame.
Pedal harder.
And when the next prize was taken
Just hours from my grasp
All was black inside
And I could only recoil from the light.
They wanted to punish me,
But I was already in prison.
I fought back, of course.
To be my own superhero,
A Pirate, a criminal beloved for his audacity.
Accepted as flawed. Accepted.
But I could not accept myself.
I cut away at my face,
but I could not slice into my disfigured soul.
Do not think it was all for nothing.
There is so much that I cherish.
Thank you, my dear friends,
For your hands reaching out for my slippery fingers.
I did see your signs on the climbs,
My name in fresh paint that clung to my tires.
I appreciated your hands on the small of my back,
The cool water spilled down my neck.
A million roadside kindnesses over the years,
Grazie. Grazie. Goodbye.
It is not so bad to be an Elephantino.
I just wanted to be a boy.
Who is John Gault?
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