Car music by a group called "Slant 6"

lyonsd

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Look what I found - http://cdbaby.com/cd/slantsix

They've got a song called Fast With Class and it's obviously about a GN. They even mention smoking a Cobra (from what I can tell by the samples available).

At least they're not ricers. If they were, then it'd be a (c)rap CD instead of rock. However, Smell The Rice is kind of (c)rap-ish, in a funny sort of way.
 
Yep. The singer/songwriter, Craig Martin, owns a modified GN. That's exactly what song#2 is all about - a GN smokin' a Cobra.

Really nice guy. He even gave me his new CD when he introduced himself to me at the Snohomish, WA car show this year while I was showing my 87 GN. Won first place too so that CD must have been good luck:)
 
Goin Fast with Class Song

Hi guys,

I was just reviewing my CDbaby.com account and saw I got some hits from this board. It was a cool surprise. I appreciate the kind words.

This CD has been complete since this summer. I'm acutally in the midst of doing some more tunes like this and if anyone has good subject matter suggestions...I'l love to hear it.

If you get a chance, log on my website called Carsongs.com. You can see the lyrics there.

It's been under construction for way too long, but it should be complete in the next month. People will be able to download one song at a time when it's up and running. Please read the About page, because that was the real purpose for doing this CD. I tried to get the GNTTYPE guys interested (with no upfront financial committments) but they seem to not be.
 
Craig,

I wrote a song called Uneasy Ricer, which is a variation of Charlie Daniels' song Uneasy Rider. It's about a guy in a GN who was minding his own business when a bunch of ricers start dogging him. He whups all the ricers and gets the girl in the end.

I tried to keep it very close in spirit to Charlie Daniels' original song, so if you're familiar with Uneasy Rider you'll certainly recognize some of the lyrics in Uneasy Ricer.

Let me know if you'd like to see the lyrics. If you like it and would like to perform it, I'd be honored.
 
Slant 6

Hey Dave,

That sounds cool. I'd like to see your lyrics. I like Charlie Daniels. But I can't remember how that tune goes. Not sure if I'm capable of performing Charlie Daniels stuff, but dig him anyway. For sure I can't record it.....can't afford the royalties. Then again, chances are I would never raise an eyebrow with his folks. Go ahead and email me. I'm not sure if my website email works yet.

If you get a chance, check out my website, Carsongs.com. It's not done yet. Audio clips will be going up in a couple of weeks, as well as some chatroom stuff, etc. I lowered the cost of my CD on CDBaby.com for anyone interested. When I get my site fully functional, people will be able to buy 1 song at a time, if interested.

Currently, I'm in the studio developing some new material. No car tunes at the moment, but for sure I'll be putting out some stuff before the summer. If anyone wants to throw me some ideas, I'm totally open to it! And oh yeah, if it goes platinum......well, how about if I sell more than 50 copies, I'll send a pizza to your house!

Craig
Slant 6
87 Buick GN. I really got together with some guys who know how to put in a good brake system.
 
Re: Slant 6

Originally posted by slant 6
Hey Dave,

That sounds cool. I'd like to see your lyrics. I like Charlie Daniels. But I can't remember how that tune goes.

Here are the lyrics to the original Uneasy Rider:

I was takin' a trip out to L.A.
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio ...
Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to go.

Well, the spare was flat and I got uptight
'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight
So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
Kind of redneck lookin' joint, called the Dew Drop Inn.

Well, I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one
There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place, 'cept for him and me
And he just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone.

I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very busy today
And he could have somebody there in just 'bout ten minutes or so
He said now you just stay right where you're at
And I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool
I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go.

I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in and said; "Who owns this car?
With the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?"
Well, he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door.

Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These five big dudes come strollin' in
With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
And I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said; "You tip your hat to this lady, son."
And when I did all that hair fell out from underneath.

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson, Mississippi on a Saturday night
'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me
They all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick
So I just reached out and kicked old green-teeth right in the knee.

He let out a yell that'd curl your hair
But before he could move, I grabbed me a chair
And said; "Watch him folks, 'cause he's a thoroughly dangerous man."
"Well, you may not know it, but this man's a spy
He's an undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan."

He was still bent over, holdin' on to his knee
But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
I said; "Would you beleive this man has gone as far
As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
And he voted for George McGovern for president."

"He's a friend of them long-haired, hippie type, pinko f ags
I betcha he's even got a Commie flag
Tacked up on the wall, inside of his garage
He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys
He may look dumb, but that's just a disguise
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage."

They all started lookin' real suspicious at him
And he jumped up an' said; "Now, just wait a minute, Jim
You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life."
"I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Birch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church
And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife."

Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck
And when I hit the ground, I was makin' tracks
And they were just takin' my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up.

Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
And I guess I should-a gone ahead and run
But somehow I couldn't resist the fun
Of chasin' them all just once around the parkin' lot.

Well, they're headin' for their car, but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed them off at the pass
I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air
Ha Ha, well, I had 'em all out there steppin' and fetchin'
Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin'
But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there.

When I hit the road I was really wheelin'
Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'
And I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas
Well, I think I'm gonna re-route my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to L.A. - via Omaha.

Not sure if I'm capable of performing Charlie Daniels stuff, but dig him anyway. For sure I can't record it.....can't afford the royalties. Then again, chances are I would never raise an eyebrow with his folks. Go ahead and email me. I'm not sure if my website email works yet.

I emailed you at the address you had listed on the "Contact Us" page. But that was before your replied to this thread.

Here are the lyrics to Uneasy Ricer:

I was taking a ride out to Burger King,
Listenin' to that turbo Buick 3.8 sing,
Swiggin' on a Coke and jammin' to some Skynyrd.
Just as I pulled into the parking lot,
I saw a ricer with some chick that was hot,
Revvin' their motor and flippin' me the bird.

They took off goin' the other way,
But there was too much traffic out there to play,
But that didn't stop riceboy from drivin' like a fool.
I could here the ricer buzz as I went around back,
To the drive-up speaker where I ordered me a snack.
I pulled around and the teen asked if I thought imports were cool.

I told him, "No I don't think so,
They look fast but they just don't go,
So I'll stick with American cars, thank you very much."
He got red as a beet and mad as a hornet,
And asked me if I'd like t'bet,
If my sled could beat his turboed V-TEC "such-and-such".

I played along and said "It's just a V6,
it's a big ol' slug, but it's got few tricks,
And it'll beat your hamster-powered Honda", I said with a grin.
He said I was dreamin' and his car was "phat",
And I didn't bother to tell the durn fool that
I sure as Hell didn't want to waste any gas on him.

He pointed to his car and said he'd be done in a few,
And that he beats Camaros and Mustangs, too:
A "Type R" Civic with stickers, wing, fart pipe and tach on the dash.
Well I looked it over and I damn near died,
I was laughing so hard that I almost cried.
So I just got my chow and said, "See ya later, Flash!"

Just when I thought I'd get a chance to eat,
These four ricers come rollin' in from the street,
With the one I saw earlier and some old dork in a green Focus.
I almost took a bite when the silliest-looking one
Said, "Hey BOY! Drop that burger and let's run!"
His passenger whispered: "That's no Monte - he'll smoke us!"

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a race
With a bunch of slow-ass ricers just to save some face
'Specially when there were four of them and only one of me.
But they all started mockin' and playin' their games,
They called me a "puss" and an assortment of names.
So I power-braked it to give 'em something to see.

The tires let out a screech that curled their hair,
But before they knew it smoke had filled the air.
I said, "Watch it, punks, 'cause this here's a thoroughly quick vehicle.
You may not know it but this one of those GNs,
It's a turbo-charged six and it always wins.
And if any of you can keep up it'll be a miracle."

Their jaws dropped before I left off the gas,
They knew right away that the black car was fast,
But the one with the chick was the dumbest of all:
"My Accord can do that - it's a turbo-six, too,
with more horsepower-per-liter." (If only he knew.)
And his chick said to him, "But that's a GN, y'all!"

He was one of them buzz-headed, goatee wearin' girly-man fags
He even had a rainbow plate for a front bumper tag,
And you couldn't say a word to 'im without 'im gettin' sore.
He was full of politically-correct anti-American BS,
Wearin' baggy jeans and shirt that looked like a dress.
If he were old enough I bet he'd've voted for Algore.

Typical ricer: all symbolism and no substance,
I looked 'im in the eye and asked if he wanted to "dance".
He said, "OK, but no money - we'll race for free."
You could see in his eye the fear of the unknown,
One thing he knew - the Buick was b-b-b-bad to the bone,
And his girl said she wanted to ride along with me.

I let her in and we all headed to the street,
The ricer knew his Accord would badly get beat,
So he went right through the red and risked getting busted.
The kid from the drive-thru revved beside me,
It sounded like he should be out wackin' weeds.
And when the light went green his "Type R" Civic got dusted.

When I mashed the gas the girl let out a scream,
As we shot off the line leaving that ricer team,
She dug her hands into the seat but a smile formed on her face.
And I guess I shoulda gotten her number,
But sometimes you just do something dumber:
I couldn't resist the fun of lettin' the ricers catch me for another
race.

A couple tried a fly-by, but I seen it a-comin'
I hit the gas and and my motor started hummin'
I left a riced Prelude like he was in reverse.
Some others turned off as soon as they could,
They feared the black car with the bulge in the hood.
And the green Focus got beat even worse.

Later the first ricer caught up and tried a fly-by,
I let 'im get close and showed 'im the power of the Dark Side:
Four, five, six lengths and going - he really got burned.
Pinned to the seat you could hear the turbo whistle
And the "WHOOSH" of air from the boxy black missle
I eased off the gas and wondered, "When will they learn?"

If anyone wants to throw me some ideas, I'm totally open to it! And oh yeah, if it goes platinum......well, how about if I sell more than 50 copies, I'll send a pizza to your house!

Cruisin' and Boozin' by Sammy Hagar. I changed the words and called it Cruisin' and Losin'. As you can guess, it's another ricer song:

Saved all my money for this great big wing
Installed my fart pipe on time
Well finally kid, nothing can stop us now
Coming rain or shine
Every Mustang on the street today
"Hey, think you can beat my ride...?"
We're just cruisin' and losin'
Trying to win a race this time
That's right, baby
Cruisin' and losin'
Out with some friends of mine.
Someday, I'm gonna beat those 'Stangs
Be on top, you'll see.
Holeshot them right off the line
And be fast as I can be.
Too bad my car's got front wheel drive
Gotta get bigger meats.
We've got NAWS in the back seat
We spray nothin' but the best.
Pop a buck in the gas tank,
We spray up the rest
Yeah, we'll spray up the rest!

I was working on Queen's Bicycle Race song, changing it to Riceburner Race. It's a tough one.
 
David the writing machine!

Yeah Yeah Yeah (no pun intended), I remember that song. Sheesh. I love your version of it. How long did it take you to pen that? And did you get the girl in the end?

You should write one of your own from scratch. Do you play an instrument?

I thoroughly enjoyed it. I have a hard enough time writing 3 verses in a song. Congrats!


This is my favorite verse of the whole thing:

David L wrote:

"He was one of them buzz-headed, goatee wearin' girly-man fags
He even had a rainbow plate for a front bumper tag,
And you couldn't say a word to 'im without 'im gettin' sore.
He was full of politically-correct anti-American BS,
Wearin' baggy jeans and shirt that looked like a dress.
If he were old enough I bet he'd've voted for Algore".

I'd say that might be a fair stereotype! Ooops! Here come the flames.

Take it easy,
 
Good lyrics guys.
There was a band playing around Rochester a few months ago called "Grand National".
Anybody ever heard of them?:confused:
 
Re: David the writing machine!

Originally posted by slant 6
Yeah Yeah Yeah (no pun intended), I remember that song. Sheesh. I love your version of it. How long did it take you to pen that? And did you get the girl in the end?

About an hour. But I've slightly revised it a couple of times and changed a few lines.

I really didn't know how it was going to go, what was going to happen in the story, or how it was going to end. It just sort of developed that way as I was writing it.

You should write one of your own from scratch.

I don't know. That seems a lot harder than just modifying an existing set of lyrics.

Then again, when I look at some of the lyrics for some really good songs out there, I see middle school intellect. Some songs are so simple. But the melody is good so the song as a whole is "ear candy".

If I wrote something, I'd probably drive myself nuts trying to achieve a depth and meaning that would impress Neal Peart.

Do you play an instrument?

Well, I've been known to play with my instrument from time to time. I mean, yes, I have a Les Paul but I haven't played it in some time.

I thoroughly enjoyed it. I have a hard enough time writing 3 verses in a song. Congrats!

Thanks.

This is my favorite verse of the whole thing:

David L wrote:

"He was one of them buzz-headed, goatee wearin' girly-man fags
He even had a rainbow plate for a front bumper tag,
And you couldn't say a word to 'im without 'im gettin' sore.
He was full of politically-correct anti-American BS,
Wearin' baggy jeans and shirt that looked like a dress.
If he were old enough I bet he'd've voted for Algore".

That verse is suppose to match the spirit of the original song's verses:

"He was still bent over, holdin' on to his knee
But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
I said; "Would you beleive this man has gone as far
As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
And he voted for George McGovern for president."

"He's a friend of them long-haired, hippie type, pinko fags
I betcha he's even got a Commie flag
Tacked up on the wall, inside of his garage
He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys
He may look dumb, but that's just a disguise
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage."

I wanted there to be a lot of similarities to the original.
 
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