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    A Sam Gold Quote

    2012 - 01.31

    ” To equate wisdom with occupation is usually faulty judgement”.


    A Samuel Gold Quote

    2012 - 01.29

    “The cruelest prison, is the one we build around ourselves”.


    Wheel of Fortune

    2012 - 01.25


    I was on the road headin’ south

    The rain was pouring, I had a dry mouth

    I pulled into a drinking bar

    Stopping to rest after coming so far.


    The place was rough, kinda’ nice

    It had girls of every spice.

    I was talking to a woman next to me

    She didn’t say she wasn’t free.


    Her old man he called me out

    He’d been drinking and started to shout.

    I didn’t want no trouble here

    I just wanted one cold beer.


    So I put my jacket on, pulled the stool across the floor

    He called me a coward, followed me out the door

    I kept my face down all the way

    Thought it was time to get away


    I got to my bike and turned around

    That bastard  pulled a gun ,so I shot him down

    Yeah I shot him down, shot him down

    Fired my engine and got out of town.


    Now I’m on the run prison bound

    Wheel of Fortune is spinnin’ around.

    I’m no fool I got away

    Trouble follows me to this day.




    Writers Note: This is purely a fictional  song about

    the Outlaw Biker Lifestyle




    Collection of Faces

    2012 - 01.22

    When you’ve road this rock as long as I have.
    You pick up faces
    You never thought you had.
    I’m proud of ’em all
    Each was a phase
    Beneath it all
    Still the same craze.

    Runaway child, went so wild
    Couldn’t stop for nothing
    It was so easy to get him riled.
    Outlaw biker, living so strange
    Saw trouble coming
    Watch him Change.

    Did it all, everything he could see
    All in the name, of bein’ free.
    The Grateful Dead, took his head
    And then Bob Dylan, why he did the rest.

    Two wheel thunder
    Was the way he liked to roll.
    The sound of the wind, soothed his soul
    And the feel of it on his face.
    No other thing, could take its place.

    Tried his hand in the working mans world.
    A virus came and blasted his brain
    And then his woman left and ruined his name.

    He couldn’t take orders anymore
    So they took him out
    Put him in a poor mans world.

    Death wanted to kill him
    Another notch in his belt
    Gave him a disease
    That he always felt.

    Half a century went by, he pulled on through.
    What kept him going, was a vision so true
    Not ready to give up
    Not ready to give in.

    All those faces, are still inside of him
    And after all this time….
    Still the same old grin.