Hi all, sorry it’s been so quiet recently. There’s been lots doings. There’s a list somewhere if you scroll down. The important thing is that somewhere, in the midst of the madness, I got another song idea! Usual disclaimer: you may never hear about this again (though I suspect it will actually surface as a real song). . . etc. etc. I will also freely admit that this is somewhat hypocritical – I’m definitely a fair weather biker. When it rains, or if I have to go somewhere at night, I still puss out and drive.
This one’s for Laura and Anna. . . and everybody else who braves commuting without a car.
Riding in Atlanta
My favorite sign ever.
Please don’t shoot me, I am not a stop sign
Please don’t hit me, I am not a traffic cone
I swear I’m not a symbol of the
Radical Leftist Conspiracy
I’m just pedalin’, trying to get home
I’m riding in Atlanta
Daringly dodging death
I pray St. Christopher and my tail light
Will protect me
Till I reach the PATH
The phrase “speed hump” don’t refer to something dirty
And blinkers should be used; they’re for signalin’
The air I’m sucking in
Could be used to plug the ozone hole
But I love the rush, no traffic’s gonna keep me in
(Bridge)
There’s parts of this city too pretty for words
But the potholes could swallow up elephant herds
Marta is trying but nobody rides it
Each day to the gridlocked up freeway they hi it
Like addicts to needles, one driver, four empty seats
Then bitch about traffic and parking defeats.
I’m riding in Atlanta
Daringly dodging death
I pray St. Christopher and my tail light
Will protect me
Till I reach the PATH
Yes, I’m riding in Atlanta
Waving as you pass
And I might be a symbol of some
Radical Leftist Conspiracy
Tell me if you want to join, we save on gas.
Awesome Jane! <3 I take it you've been riding!
Yup. Finally got it together. I’m loving it, but you were right, it’s definitely an adventure in our fair city.