I thought I'd take the car out for a spin
I knew the racket I'd raise would be an unholy din
Fill the intersection with clouds of smoke
Anything to prove to the neighborhood
that my machine's no joke
It's not only how I get around
It's how you know there's no getting around me
I'm always around, you can't confound me,
you can't astound me, I'm on the ground
and when I'm around, you've gotta stand up
I fill the intersections with my mating cry and call
Better watch out pedestrians, I'll mow you down one and all
Leaving tire tracks, circular crop markings
when it comes to the blacktop tarmac, it's you I'm stalking
I like my tight ones
I'm turning tight ones
@rshakesp Mar 2022
I like the verse structure, the way you end each phrase with a suspended chord. The chorus is nicely extended and provides a nice variance to the verse. Nice guitar work throughout. Nice outro too. Great job.
@phlecksy Mar 2022
Cool vocal style, also like the guitar approach and I appreciate the sentiment - I assume it's satirical. (If not, that's another story...). Oh also the abrupt ending, that's always fun