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Lance Johnson
 Phoenix, Arizona, USA |
I've been a fan of Chris de Burgh since seeing his Don't Pay the Ferryman video on MTV. A long dream finally came true when I flew from Phoenix to Halifax to see him in concert in May 2003. Thanks to a friendly stage hand, I and some mailing-list friends were able to meet him back stage after the second concert. Another dream is coming true in November 2004 when my wife and I are going to Dortmund to see CdeB and meet all my friends from the mailing list.
I wrote Saint Peter's Bike when the CdeB mailing list was having fun with creating CdeB song titles about cycling. Ian McDonald came up with a set of titles and I choose to write this one since Saint Peter's Gate is one of my favorite songs. Thanks, Ian, for a great title to work with.
"St. Peter's Bike" does not appear on the tribute CD, but you may download it here to add it as a special bonus track.
Saint Peter's Bike (Saint Peter's Gate)
I was hid in the dark,
When I crept through the door, he was glaring down the hall,
Nobody will steal it, nobody,
"Stay right here" said that old man, as he tied me by the hand
But I am tied all the night, a prisoner from flight,
Nobody will steal it, nobody,
I woke up with a sound, there was someone sneaking round,
And from the bike path I saw,
Somebody did steal it,
Somebody did steal it,
Copyright (c) by Lance Johnson (October 2003)
And my mind was on the mark,
All around me the angels and the shrine,
Then with the gust of a breeze, I saw it through the trees,
I must be getting near - Saint Peter's Bike!
An old man with a face of dreaded sneer,
He said "I've been detecting you, let me drag you to your doom",
And he pulled me all the way by yanking ear,
And hanging there in the shed, a belt, overhead,
His name was glowing on the side in flames,
And when he folded it up, there were red marks on my butt,
And his voice began to laugh as he exclaims;
Not even you, can withstand my peering sight,
Nobody will have nabbed, prison is always there,
For the ones who have-an-eye on it - Saint Peter's Bike.
"There is nothing left that you can steal from me,"
In his coat on the left, a key to help my quest,
A quick stab and giddiness if I get free;
I am waiting for my chance, as you can see,
For all the bikes I've grabbed,
And all the things I've nabbed,
They expect me to capitulate on knee;
Not even you, can withstand my peering sight,
Nobody will have nabbed, prison is always there,
For the ones who have-an-eye on it - Saint Peter's Bike.
A burglar, like a savior in the night,
And then he told me "You must flee, for they come here with decree,
Go now, before you're in a plight",
An old man in awe,
Screaming out frustration and some pleas,
And my laughs broke the sound,
Of the lock hitting the ground,
As I pedaled to the safety of the trees:
Somebody and maybe you,
Can withstand my peering sight,
Somebody will have nabbed,
Freedom is always there,
For the ones who have-an-eye on it...
Saint Peter's Bike.
Somebody and maybe you,
Can withstand my peering sight,
Somebody will have nabbed,
Freedom is always there,
For the ones who have-an-eye on it...
Saint Peter's Bike.