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Old 03-10-2014, 05:13 PM   #158
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Originally Posted by resqdoc View Post
Rolled into Colorado Springs just ahead of an April snowstorm one time. The wife and I were frozen after crossing the Rockies. We walked into a cafe, mostly to warm up. Just as I opened the door an old juke box started playing Turn the Page as performed by Metallica. It was the first time I heard it and it really fit the situation!

On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin' out his one note song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
You just wish the trip was through

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode

Most times you can't hear 'em talk,
Other times you can
All the same old cliches,
"Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered,
You don't dare make a stand
Music is the universal language and the best songs are the ones that we can place ourselves in and feel it is our song, but I never imagined that Turn the Page had anything to do with motorcycles.

I thought it was a rock and roll singer's life on the road in a tour bus....... or maybe a beat up old van.

Last verse;

Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play

Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said

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