LYRICS
Date With the Wind
Verse Section A X2
We are fueled by air and fire
We got a date with the wind
Four boots on two tires
A storm against the skin
And I won’t try to stop ya
When you jump on the choppah
Our hearts in the helmets again
We got a date with the wind
We are fueled by air and fire
We cruise on steel and chrome
Push the red line higher
100 miles from home
And my knees start to tremble
When the pipes start to rumble
Can’t wait to feel the wheels spin
We got a date with the wind
Section B You know we always sleep in
We don’t get out before ten
But when the sun’s shining in
We make a date with the wind
Section C
Our Boots; Our hands
Our hearts on fire
Two wheels; True Minds
And one need to go higher
Instrumental section A 16 bars
Repeat section C 8 bars
Verse Section A
We are fueled by air and fire
Nickel and leather and steel
Caffeine keeps us wired
Music turns the wheels
And I will drive you on the Harley
If you will ride me on the Sealy
Can’t wait to see you again
We got a date with the wind
3x repeat last line Section A & fade out
Revised February 2015 Copyright Dennis Fitzpatrick
CENTURY'S dAUGHTER
You were a mother a teacher and nurse and a guide; a trophy a friend and a lover
My father’s strength at the kitchen table; with no signature or power...you said
[All things that hurt you get cured by salt water; by sweat and by tears by the sea
And you rose like the tide with the century’s daughters; you just want to be free] {CHORUS}
And the whole world’s open for the century’s daughters
And the old man is tired from sweat and tears and salt water....The Ocean knows
CHORUS...........pause
Now you’re my boss and my partner, the council director; author of the business plan
Sitting at the head of the boardroom table-face-to-face with your man, CAUSE
The whole world’s open for the century’s daughters
And the old man is tired from sweat and tears and salt water....The Ocean knows
CHORUS
Instrumental on the chords for the chorus
The whole world’s open for the century’s daughters
And the old man is tired from sweat and tears and salt water....The Ocean knows
CHORUS
Guitar theme out
Friday Feelin" High
I got the Friday feeling highs
I’ll tell Friday feeling lies
Come along and party
Don’t come to think
We’ll go on till Sunday; so
It’s time to Drink
Wear your disguise, and
Don’t show your Friday feeling eyes
I live the Friday feeling world
I like Friday feeling girls
They don’t get downhearted
When the wine is gone
When the music is over
They’re still turned on
Give it a try
Don’t show your Friday feeling eyes
In the morning when your headache’s on the pillow
You don’t recognize the clothing on the door
You remember that last night became a thriller
When she said, she would stay for just one more
I live for Friday feeling thrills
No need for Friday feeling pills
I get high just knowing
That the weekend’s mine
Five shifts of Monday
Now they’re all behind
Your feelin. cries
Don’t show your Friday feeling eyes
Don’t show your sly and steelin’
Dont show your lie concealin’
Dont show your FridaY Feelin’
Eyes
Copyright Denn Patrick 2012