ROAD TRIP

alright this is actually a good idea for a competition bear with me. so if du were to go on a road trip... what would that be like?

is it planned/spontaneous/born out of necessity? who would you have (or not) in your car? what would you pack, whos driving? in a convoy? whose cars are these? when you stop for a piss whos the one throwing up? is it a good time, pizza, picking up hookers, etc, or just hell...

try to steer (groan) away from platitudes to your little clique. and i know you all want to set the sat nav straight for amsterdam... make it more about the journey... we'll get there

interpret this however you like. four wheels, full tank, full glovebox. where do you go with that?

Barcelona

This place, it calls me day and night
Sometimes I don’t know how I can bear the thought of hearing its voice
Over and over like waves crashing loudly on the rocks outside
It is color, it is sound, it is a different language but spoke the same as my own

This place, it pulls to me through words and song
Sometimes I don’t know how I can keep my ears open to its melody
Caressing my brain with words I cannot understand
It is movement, it is passion, it is places I’ve only seen in photographs

This place, it’s asking me to pack my bags
Sometime soon, just pick up and come to me, please, I know you’d love me
Pulling my body and my brain with an invisible cord so strong
It is my weakness, it is my strength, it is convincing me all too well…

This place, its music fills me up and makes my heart be so strong
Sometimes I sing back, I cannot go on living if I never get to meet you
We play this melody back and forth, breathing the beat into each other
It is fragments, it is pieces, it is a mosaic of light and dark that I cannot wait to taste

This place, it tell me to get my passport ready
Sometime soon, get on that plane for the long journey to see me
She is so tired of waiting for me; she begs and begs with everything she has to offer
It is fire, it is heat, it is smoldering inside me like nothing before ever has

This place, it calls me day and night
Sometimes telling me everything I want to hear just to soothe my soul
Over and over reminding me just how incomplete I am without her in my life
It is color, it is sound, it is a different language but spoke the same as my own

"Are we there yet?"
"Are we there yet?"

"I got go pee!
"I got to take a poop!
"There's not a thing to see."

"Are we there yet?"
"Are we there yet?"

"I'm so exhausted."
"Can't we rent a motel room and forget it?"
"Kids don't lay on the bedspread you might get panty crickets."

"Are we there yet?"
"Are we there yet?"

"You little shits better shut up!
"Before I pull over and slap you up!"
"This road trip is so fucked up!"

"Are we there yet?"
"Are we there yet?"

All this to see that fucking mouse
To show his world of princes in virgin chastity
Who dance with handsome prince gay and fancy.

Wouldn't have been more healthy
If I took them to Vegas to see something trashy?

come on... is it that uninspiring? put your fucking foot down on it

On The Road
Bumping along the empty road
Potholes like scars a pockmarked cheek
The smell of dust and fake leather permeates the air
In our single cab bakkie* with a bench seat.

Laughing together like teenage girls
And gossiping like bored ou tannies**
Or just sitting together in tranquil silence
Enjoying eachothers company.

We're on our way to the crocodile farm
Or Sodwana Bay for some diving.
Maybe St. Lucia for some fishing
It doesn't really matter where we go
This is the part I love.

AC/DC and motorhead
Tellig stories about when you were little
Stopping for coke and a garage*** pie
This is the part I love

*pickup truck
**old ladies
***gas station

                                        Jaguar convertible
                                         top down
                                         Gucci shades
                                         hairs blowing to the wind
                                         sun tan on our skin
                                         music pumping loud
                                         five gorgeous babes
                                         heading out of town
                                         singing to the top of they lungs
                                         Crave you dubstep they song
                                         hands waving in the air
                                         doesn't matter who stares
                                         different faces everywhere
                                         to night is our night
                                         flashing lights
                                         hottest club in town
                                         dancing to we drop
                                         Moet drinks
                                         the night is young
                                         full of endless fun.
               

So do we have to take DU members along and mention said members in what we write Anna?  That is what I gathered from what you say but I don't see it in any of the ones posted, so just thought I would check before I write :D

Magdalena said:So do we have to take DU members along and mention said members in what we write Anna?  That is what I gathered from what you say but I don't see it in any of the ones posted, so just thought I would check before I write :D

ECHO THAT...

EngrVV said:[quote-255492-Magdalena]So do we have to take DU members along and mention said members in what we write Anna?  That is what I gathered from what you say but I don't see it in any of the ones posted, so just thought I would check before I write :D

ECHO THAT...[/quote]

that was the idea.... originally
im aware my communication sucks balls.... i wont disqualify the entries above thats not fair. just write about a generic road trip i guess. or any car journey will do. maybe one day you went to a different shop and got lost. idk.

just enter a poem if youve got one

Fuck her like dying



32 years old and deeply in love with my bike
that bitch-red fucker of a bike, built for the racetrack
sticky tyres, sticky brakes
car-alarm triggering exhaust
7mm thick foam single seat
chassis lowered and trick
stage two cam/carbs on an old-school, cranky, overbored engine
a hang-on-to-your shit go-fast motherfukcin’ motorcycle

get to the end of the work week
blaggin’ my way through the usual workaday shit
then friday night and get my leathers on
pack a credit card and a t-shirt in a light bag
open the garage door where that sweet ride prowled in silence
crank her up with a boom boom burst
laughter blood and half-burnt fuel
smoke half a joint while she warms up
four shots of hard liquor
throw a leg over and go baby go
ease through the city
the bike surging and heaving
never built to run down at these brain-dead speeds
get out to the highway and start to run
just on the cam at 60 mph then onto the back roads
sun going down
open her up to the only song worth singing
truly not giving a fuck if this ride is my last breath
do that all weekend
stop for belts of liquor and more weed
and gas every 200 miles
go around everything, take every gap
get my eyes so locked into the faraway stare I couldn’t stop it
even when I was off the bike
lost the power of speech
gone to the open-throttle flow, nothing ever in the way
go around, down, down-gear touch brakes and open her up again
chasing every sunset
come out on some mountain road and wind her up to 150 mph
tuck back behind the fairing and hold the throttle on the stop
she would howl and hurl and hang there
nothing but me and life, with death just out of sight but licking my neck
ride fuck ride fuck ride fuck ride
potholes
off camber corners
farm tractors
gravel on the corners
I don’t give a fuck...open her open her open her
ride like you’re dead man
no fear no imagination
run run run

and then on Sunday night coming back in through the city streets
leathers matted in bugs and road grime
felt like I was coming back from heaven
whole world fading back to grey
park her in the shed
one pat on the tank and a "fuck yeah" for rolled dice and good luck
pull down the door
peel my leathers down
walk in to the house
girlfriend says “how was your ride”
take her in the bedroom and fuck her like dying

Thank's Anna.


Ahhh Hemi, I wrote a two wheels one too, well four stanza's in, I've not finished.

Not copying you... honest. Great stuff.

I'm getting kinda weary of all the comps that include DU members in the concept... save it in your pocket, anna, for a few weeks down the line, when we wanna do the incestuous write-about-each-other-thing again, because it IS a good idea, but we've had so many like that lately. Or is that just me?

(Then again, someone might surprise you... my money is on ML.)

Magdalena said:Thank's Anna.


Ahhh Hemi, I wrote a two wheels one too, well four stanza's in, I've not finished.

Not copying you... honest. Great stuff.


suuuuuuuuuuure you were......


*mumble swear mumble bitch be copyin' my shit mumble swear....

hemihead said:[quote-255503-Magdalena]Thank's Anna.


Ahhh Hemi, I wrote a two wheels one too, well four stanza's in, I've not finished.

Not copying you... honest. Great stuff.


suuuuuuuuuuure you were......


*mumble swear mumble bitch be copyin' my shit mumble swear....[/quote]

Haha.  I have proof... bitch indeed.

No Fucking Mopeds Allowed



 
It's on  
  road trip to nowhere  
anyone's game if they care to risk it  
a two wheel only adventure  
plenty of booze and law breaking afoot  
 
 
Adorned in leather  
meet you at the junction  
of 'No mans land'  
            (no fucking mopeds allowed)  
Chrome ecstasy and boneshaker thrills.  
I got the pills....  
 
 
Wrap your knuckles in a throttle embrace  
up the tempo and aim for the sky  
high five the chase  
I'm coming for you at 120mph  
I dare you to overtake  
        my adrenalin addiction  
 
 
Pull over  
there's a field that begs our attention  
the beers are cold  
let's swallow a few of the blue  
I wanna race the fuck out of you  
care to take me to the highest point?  
reach the peak and come back down  
 
 
take the curve of my sleek form  
and hit the tarmac hard  
my head is buzzing from the latest fix  
this road is ours, empty and long  
I'm gonna break it like a wild horse  
make it my ultimate ride  
 
 
How about it?  
see if we can make it to the other side  
dead.or.alive  
 






(four of us made it, alas the fifth wasn't so lucky. Turns out it was Vizard in disguise, so we killed him)