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DisasterDisaster in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
On the edge of all nerves,
The edge of which,
Disaster meets the crasher with death.
Where the brave are men and one lady,
Who fight with hearts and souls.
Who respect the fact that death shall stalk them.
Lurking in the shadows,
Lurking around the bend,
Lurking in a component that won't make it to the end.
Where drivers were toys for amusement,
And discarded when dead not alive.
In the 1950's of Formula One,
Only the lucky survived.
That Look Upon His FaceThat Look Upon His Face in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some of the days they go so fast,
When you next look the leaves blow past.
The year has gone,
And all the racing now done.
Heading into twilight hours.
Put to bed all the horse powers.
Waiting until spring comes around,
Then unleashed on tracks they will astound.
But this is where he jumps the train.
Stay away because he's slain.
His inside clock says he is first class,
And now his family don't come last.
He has that look upon his face,
When he's staring into outer space.
He's know he would not improve no more.
So he took the back of the room door.
His trophies testament to his success.
No one will say a word to protest.
Hi
Hotel Near The RacecourseHotel Near The Racecourse in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hotel Near The Racecourse
Hotel near the racecourse,
It's really chaos.
Press are running round the place,
Driver hunting.
Cars the topic.
Fans getting on each other's nerves.
Can't sleep
It's too warm.
Next door tv's on.
Really loud some football match.
My head is spinning,
Need some aspirin.
I'm on the fourth floor,
Good view of the racecourse.
And the stands that will packed.
Come race day,
Some toast then leaving,
To avoid the rush for seats.
Saved every penny,
Avoided bar nights
To come and see this race.
Paid for tickets
Paid for the room
That cost the earth.
And the cost was worth the price.
The drivers near
Agonized Radio SweetheartAgonized Radio Sweetheart in Drama More Like This
Kurt Busch: Just how it typically gets every (expletive) week, every (expletive) week! (expletive) I hate my (expletive) job!
KB: What the (expletive) does he want?!
Nick Harrison (51 team crew chief): When you ran out of the pits, you almost ran some of them over. They're all wanting to whoop your (expletive).
Steve Barkdoll (51 team spotter): We've got to start in the back for pitting too soon.
KB: Is it one to go yet?!
SB: They want you to drop farther in the back.
KB: I AM (expletive) THERE!!! I'M (expletive) THERE!!! ALL THESE MOTHER (expletive) BEHIND ME ARE LAPS (expletive) DOWN!!! (expletive)!
SB: Alright man, cool down. Let's
Tu ultima carreraTu ultima carrera in Short Stories More Like This
¿Por qué?
Si te dio mala espina desde el principio, ¿por qué corriste el Gran Premio?
Primero, tu ‘protegido’, el novato Rubens Barrichello, tuvo un accidente relativamente grave en los entrenamientos libres, quedando inconsciente pero con heridas menores; te pusiste tenso y tenías miedo. Y te planteaste no correr. Entonces, ¿por qué lo hiciste?
¿Y cuando el austriaco Roland Ratzenberger se estrelló en los entrenamientos calificativos, muriendo en el acto? Te pusiste aún más nervioso que antes y rompiste a llorar en el hombro del profesor Sidney Watkins, el experto neuró
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