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spin me like I have already spoken
like a spoke holds its tension
like it’s together that the spokes are the invention of a wheel
that a wheel is only as round as it’s tension
that a wheel is a round invention
She gets on her bicycle, She gets on her bicycle,
She gets on her bicycle: she rides!
Fragile as bodies soaring through the city
on two-wheeled cycles through the traffic and people
steering clear of the potholes and car doors and the streetcar tracks
tuned into our own personal soundtrack
I’m singing out loud as I pedal through the streets
spinning to the rhythm of 4.5 million heart beats
I tend to miss my turnoffs when I’m tuned in to my turn-on’s
I tend to write sentences that turn into run-on’s
I tend to recycle the same thoughts that circle round
the way I re-cycle the same stretches of ground
on my two-wheeled bicycle that gets me around.
She gets on her bicycle…..
I get this feeling on my two-wheeled steed:
when I pick up speed: it feeds something free
the desire for autonomy, moving outside the dominant economy
under my own steam two wheels, not four:
no gas, no oil, no war for this machine
all I need is air, two legs, two wheels,
a crank and a chain, two pedals and a frame
A revolution that keep me arriving, again and again
She gets on her bicycle, she rides…
And the back wheel is attached to the chain!
It’s the back wheel that’s attached to the chain!
The back wheel is attached to the chain!
The past drives us forward, again and again
The past is behind us; the back wheel is the power
The front wheel freewheels, hour after hour
You can’t ride a bike in 30 pounds of petticoats
You don’t have a voice in a democracy without a vote
A wheel would collapse if it wasn’t for the spokes
She gets on her bicycle, she gets on her bicycle, she gets on her bicycle, she rides!
evalyn parry 2011 SOCAN