Originally Posted by Dudelsack
I did not realize he had passed away. Looking at the google translation of your link. He was quite a character, to say the least.
I was noodling around with 'Royals' contemplating another response to the verse thread over on the 41; somehow, there is a cross-over to this subject, so here it is (abject apologies to Lorde!).
Iíve never seen a Cervelo in the flesh,
I cut my teeth on mtbs Ö in the ĎShore films
And Iím not proud of my souplesse,
On a banged-up bike, no Rapha envy
But every songís like Tarmac, Venge, trippiní on the trainer,
Assos, shaved legs, dope in the hotel room,
We donít care, weíre riding Surlys in our dreams.
But everybodyís like Garmin, Strava, meters in your crankset,
Carbon, aero, wattage that you output,
We donít care, we arenít caught up in your love affair.
And weíll never meet the Rules (rules)
It donít run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ainít for us,
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your rouleur (rouleur)
You can call me randonneur
And baby Iíll roule, Iíll roule, Iíll roule, Iíll roule.
Let me live that fantasy.