Hill and Gully Rider
How many nights
Never Find Another Like You
I should have asked you How you felt about me Before I let you leave You were in the car And away so fast Like a vision Remember when I Played you that tune One time I thought about it again When we were talking at the party Half-way to a dance Are we smiling now? Are we laughing now? Are we touching now? In full view of the great British public What a wow We’ll never live this down I’ll type as I go Came all the way from south Doing the exact same Messaging several people Seeing how the road stay How the ting set Did I almost lick the back of something You bet your top dollar I almost did so But I’m focussed now Riding with both hands On the handlebars Both eyes on the road And my mind On you
Dread In The Mountain
Broke down on Towed Bridge Eyewater river I was pumping Had to park up Would never stop For a single tear This was a flood Need a taxi After road rage Cancer diagnosis Love’s demise Thames out your eyes Racing Few bikes Ahead Of the pace Ghost ride I won’t forget this one Feels like it should be raining It’s been snowing Going Too far Too fast Fast ting Up myself In your business Her Majesty’s Pleasure For beating on the bonnet of a car I was just trying to get there In peace One piece How many nights Have I had to fix the chain A video call On the roadside I don’t think we can be together Life has a habit of getting in the way Death gets away with murder I going to listen to some music A little dub for the journey A little sleeve for my eye A little kiss goodbye And a bly
Hill and Gully Rider
I miss my special one Left it outside the house In Shepherd’s Bush That one night And one day I woke up And my special one garn Special one gone Matte black with the red trim “Yeah that’s him” That was me Riding over the westside To see my baby Always will be Trust me I don’t forget these things I’ve had five special ones Maybe it’s six now Maybe it’s seven actually I should be sure But we’re riding now I lost too much money Going from hill side To gully side And my side To your side The speed side To the weed side To the cat’s eye To the red light To the crosses Crosses ! My special one garn My special one garn
James Massiah is a London poet and musician known for his work exploring identity, intimacy, and contemporary culture.