Search results for 'Bonneville Salt Flats'

Spirit of America

The Beach Boys

Little Deuce Coupe [Special Markets]

1992

[Chorus: x3]
Spirit of America

The Bonneville salt flats had seen some strange things
But the strangest thing yet was a jet without wings
Once

Let's be Two For The Road
Are you feeling Cheyenne
Or the Bonneville salt flats
Or are you thinking some sunshine
Maybe hittin' that white gulf sand
30A

The Bonneville salt flats smell like urinal cakes
Where you're scaring the hoes in our usual haunts
I'll scream into this mineshaft as long as it

Bonneville

The dB's

The Sound of Music

1987

Very hot and very flat
And that is that in Bonneville
Take out your maps
And then look for the Flats
You'll know just where you're at
You're in

A carrot and an olive are the only things  
Screw it now I'm going and I'm walking out my flat I'm craving something that could haggle with my stomach just

Departure

R.E.M.

New Adventures in Hi-Fi

1996

Just arrived Singapore, San Sebastian, Spain, 26-hour trip
Salt Lake City, come in spring
Over the salt flats a hailstorm brought you back to me

revealed

Salt- so hard to find
Salt- the salt of the earth-the salt of the earth

If the salt is flat
then the tables must turn
If the shaker is empty
Can

Rock Your Body

Burna Boy

Outside

2018

say she left the hotel room she crawl back
Girl ah move spicey, me am with deh salt ah
Girl I fit wind up and imma roll 'em body, body
And all deh

of
    a million years 
 Shoo
Shaw
Shirsh
 Go on die salt light
  You billion yeared
   rock knocker
 Gavroom
 Seabird
 Gabroobird
 Sad as wife & hill
 Loved

singing and driving
What color that bonneville I think it was blue
Bobby Womack Gladys knight and the pips, when Anita was baking we knew we was cool
Baby

And the Bonneville is splitting in two
You will feel like no other
No other, but you

I'm going to mine the salt from your delicate eyes

Cuda 1971

Pull into Bonneville, a cloud of dust
From desert miles and high-octane lust
We hit the salt, we haven't slept in days
We need the speed, so

Bless this soil, bless this earth, blessed with rhymes before afterbirth. Tip the waitress, tip the brim, tip the margarita, salt the rim. Big baller

Different Drummer

Tom Cochrane

Victory Day

1988

That look, what about that
Like a left bank angel on the Bonneville Flats
She's so sweet, so damn gritty
She comes to wake me up when she gets up

this
Made it back for the first time
Shit was ludicrous
but this would put
Any rookie lying flat
I had to keep my life straight
Like the brim on a new

right
And I'm on big business
I ain't trippin bout last night
Cuz I made a
Whole lotta
Whole whole lotta money yah

Stomach flat, but my pockets fat now

Bitch, I'm Mr. Meaty, say, "Hello," to the fuckin' grill
Once you're done with greeting, salt you up for the next meal
Bitch, I'm Mr. Meaty, say,

never flat like a helda
You be my Link I’ll be your Zelda (You be my Link)
Now we American but I fly delta (I’ll be your Zelda)
You be the drug lord I’ll

weren't my only vice
Reaching and falling flat
Now I keep chasing highs
Drink and I smoke too much
'Cause you are not around
Pouring salt on my cuts

Then

Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain

salt
-
mutated summer breeze
Fills cracks inside my heart
I’m warmer now and more at ease
Yet only half alive
Each time she surrenders
I fall over flat

Fatsucker sucking fat
Make it sizzle, make me flat
Tight stomach, too much skin
Suck it off and make me win
Pass it on to me
Pass it on to me
Pass it

Hold on, baby, brace for contact
Aim your anger towards the salt flats
Almost ready, check the checklist
Keep it steady, you're the best when

You

Yo yo book bag
This shit gotta be in you, not on you
My nigga true

Which motherfucker wanna ramp with me?
I'll leave your bloodclaat body lyin'
Flat