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Written by bikers for bikers, celebrating our love of life on two wheels

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Chosen Few

 

A guitarist friend used to play regularly for the local chapter of the Angels in Southern Germany and I occasionally went over to play with him. After we’d played one gig for them we hit the town but ended up having a bit of an altercation with one of the local bar owners. I ended up with a few bruises but it hospitalized my friend. The Angels were not happy that ‘their’ musician had been seriously hurt and paid this guy a visit ‘for a chat’ a few days later. However, the Polizei were waiting and the Angels President got locked up for a few years on some trumped up charges whilst the bar owner disappeared into the witness protection program. Reckon he’d better stay in it. I wrote this song to hopefully help the President through his stretch.

 

Staring out from these walls now I remember life so free.

But you’ve locked me up and you’ve throw away the key.

You made your laws for a different life to mine

'Cos I’m not like the others oh no I’m of a different kind.

Taking care of my own only asking what was due.

I was doing my duty for the Chosen Few.

 

They say that I was wrong that I broke their rules.

I say their laws are written well they are written for fools.

I’m living my life the only way that I can,

That’s the thing that really puts the fear of God in the man

Taking care of my own only asking what was due.

I was doing my duty for the Chosen Few

 

One day I’ll get out and I'll feel the wind in my hair,

Feel the sun on my face and I'll have no time to spare.

I’ll take that winding road into the setting sun

And keep riding on with the mighty 81

Taking care of my own but only asking what was due.

I was doing my duty for the Chosen Few

for the Chosen Few for the Chosen Few yeah

for the Chosen Few for the Chosen Few.

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The Devils Sign

In my dreams I rode a - silver machine

Speed of light now baby - feelin' mean

Hit the road now baby - into the night

Feel my motor revving - outa sight

Now your legs start trembling

Heart pumping in your chest

Feel the vibes start rising

It’s the devils sign

Now you are mine

Lean her over baby – twist and turn

Rubber scream and screeching - smell them burn

Free those horses baby - hang on tight

Watch the road sweep past – into the night

Now your legs start trembling

Heart pumping in your chest

Feel the vibes start rising

It’s the devils sign

You are mine

Now your legs start trembling

Heart pumping in your chest

Feel the vibes start rising

It’s - the – devils - sign

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Ride My Triumph

I’ve always had British bikes. I’ve had American bikes and Japanese bikes too, but there’s something about the feeling of riding an old Triumph which I just can’t explain. I’d ride my Triumph on a good day, ride my Triumph on a bad day, in fact I’d ride my Triumph on any day at all.        

 

Ride my Triumph on a good day

Ride my Triumph on a bad day

Ride my Triumph any day at all

 

Always starts on the second kick – iron horse with a mind of its own

Rears her head as she takes off – heading down the road before me

Engine roars in anticipation  - feeds my soul

Front wheel feels light as a feather – shows me where to go like a needle

Steering me through the night and day  in a way that means I always want to

 

Ride my Triumph on a good day

Ride my Triumph on a bad day

Ride my Triumph any day at all

 

She handles like a train on rails – no matter where I go

I could pick the flowers on the bends - leaning down so low I feel I’m

Flying down the weaving road like an eagle on the wing

I rule the road and all its curves, majestic as a king

Steering me through the night and day  in a way that means I always want to

 

Ride my Triumph on a good day

Ride my Triumph on a bad day

Ride my Triumph any day at all

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