July 2026 – Readi-Bay

A Leather-Hearted Biker Child

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Fire in my heartbeat, dust upon my boots,
Thunder in the valleys, freedom in the roots.
Left the world behind me with the turning of the key,
The open road keeps whispering,
“You’ll always ride with me.”

Granite kings are watching from a thousand years of stone,
Out here on the moorland I am never quite alone.
Every mile reminds me what I came here searching for—
A leather-hearted wild child
Riding Dartmoor.

No chains…
No walls…
Just endless skies above.
No rules…
No crown…
Just the places that I love.

Hey!
Raise your hands into the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!

Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own me anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear me roaring with the moor!
Ride forever…
Free forever…
Hear these old hills call my name—
A leather-hearted wild child,
And I’ll never be the same!

Church bells keep on ringing but they cannot call me home,
My cathedral is the skyline where the hawk and raven roam.
Butterflies and heather dance beneath the summer sun,
And every road that’s unexplored
Is another race I’ve won.

Cashmere in the moonlight, biker boots of steel,
Camping where the silence teaches everything that’s real.
If the deer come wandering, I’ll simply nod and smile—
Every night’s an open road,
Every dawn another mile.

No fear…
No shame…
Just stars to light the way.
One life…
One ride…
I’m living it today.

Hey!
Raise your hands into the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!

I’ve slept beneath the silver moon…
I’ve watched the morning rise…
I’ve traded all the city lights…
For freedom in my eyes.

If tomorrow comes to find me…
Let it find me standing tall.
I’d rather lose it everything…
Than never ride at all!

HEY!
Raise your voices to the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!

Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own us anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear us roaring with the moor!
Ride together…
Stand forever…
Every heart becomes the flame!

We’re leather-hearted…
Wild and free…
No one writes our destiny!

Hey!
Hear these old hills call our name!

A leather-hearted wild child…

Riding… DARTMOOR!

Leather-hearted… Wild child…

Ride…
Ride…
Ride…

The Inspiration For This Song/Music Video Is Featured Below.
Check It Out! …. A Bonkers Biker With A Biker’s SOUL!

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“The Lament – Of The Jodrell Bank Telescope”

If we possess no watchful eye,
To scan the earth or silent sky,
No mighty lens to pierce the haze,
Or trace the paths through hidden ways,

Then who can say what drifts unseen,
Beyond the clouds or in between?

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If you have watched the stage unfold,
Where whispered tales were bought and sold,
A drama dressed in statesman’s clothes,
With hidden scripts that no one knows.

A nation cast beneath the light,
Performing scenes from day to night,
Where every speech and every smile,
May mask another secret file.

If we possess no watchful eye,
To scan the earth or silent sky,
No mighty lens to pierce the haze,
Or trace the paths through hidden ways,

Then who can say what drifts unseen,
Beyond the clouds or in between?
What moves through air, what shapes the tide,
While ordinary folk abide?

The people ask, with furrowed brow,
Who guards our freedoms here and now?
Who keeps the watch? Who sounds the bell?
Who warns when all is not so well?

The voices rise in doubt and fear,
As louder questions fill the ear.
Why choose a figure so debated,
So fiercely judged, so widely hated?

Why hand such weight, such solemn trust,
To one who stirs both doubt and dust?
Was there a purpose, deep concealed,
A greater game not yet revealed?

Would allies falter, stand aside,
Or leave us stranded with the tide?
Would bridges burn through pride or spite,
Before the dark replaces light?

Some call it chance, some call it fate,
Some say we’ve wandered far too late.
Some see a plan behind the show,
While others simply do not know.

The curtain falls, yet still we stare,
Searching for answers in the air.
For truth is harder now to see,
When wrapped in grand uncertainty.

So let us question, let us think,
Before we stand upon the brink.
For history’s rhyme is often sung,
By those who keep their conscience young.

If You’ve watched ‘The Undeclared War’ on Channel 4 in great Britain You will have seen the ‘The British Prime Minister Show’ – A Theatre Act in a play called **The Fall & FALL Of GB** … If we have no ‘dirty-great-telescope’ to SEE! what’s happening in ‘space’ – ‘air-space’ or ‘Our Space!’ … Then the “Socialist” Powers that OUR ‘Socialist Government’ are Sworn! Allies Of – Can DO Exactly as they like with NO interference from US! … **The Brit’s of Great Britain**…

WHY! Did He appoint the Most Dangerous/Hated! Man In British Politics to be Our Foreign Secretary??… Could it BE To PISS! OFF!! The Leader Of The Free World – So that He Would NEVER Come to GB’s Aid should #TSHTF??? …

Seems like a ‘Slam-Dunk’ from the ‘Opposition’ (To Humanity) if You ask ME!

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* In The Year 20-26 🇦🇷 v 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 *

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In The Year 20-26
A Football GOD Arrived
To show his tricks

The World Cup Stage
Has been ‘SET!
Just for MESSI!
His Last HURRAH!
The World Simply MUST! SEE!

But what followed
Left the dream broken! – Hollowed!
Argentina – World Cup Champ’s
Now Turned to Violence
Cheats and Tramp’s.

Argentina didn’t NEED! TO CHEAT!
BUT! – It’s in their DNA!
They can’t HELP! themselves,
It’s Just Their WAY!
.
SO YES! Messi Cheats!
But WOT! A WAY! To Leave
‘The World-Cup Stage’ ??

You Arrive A Football GOD!
.
You Leave! – As SATAN’s Little SOD!

FIFA World Cup – 2026
Brought The SHAME! From All The World.
Sport’s About Fair-Play,
Competition! is the way.

Football LOST! – This Day
When England came to play.
Argentina came with violence!
The World Saw! – Looked ON In DISMAY!

SO YES! Messi Cheats!
But WOT! A WAY! To Leave
‘The World-Cup Stage’ ??

You Arrive A Football GOD!
.
You Leave! – As SATAN’s Little SOD!

The World WILL! Remember Messi
NOT! As A Football God.
But As a Nasty Little Cheater!
A Talented – Little – SOD!

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#argentina #england #fifaworldcup2026 #fifaworldcup #fifaworldcupshame

The Truckers Lament

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You’re missing what they’re aiming for,
There’s something waiting round the door.
The road ahead is changing fast,
And old-world jobs may never last.

The engines hum, the circuits glow,
While human drivers watch the show.
The wheels keep turning, mile by mile,
With silent code replacing toil.

Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!
.
Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?

Electric lorries, sleek and bright,
Roll through the day and through the night.
Robot taxis crowd the lane,
Their numbers growing once again.

From distant shores the headlines sing,
“Automation’s now the king!”
The testing ends, the curtains part,
A brand-new age begins to start.

“So long, old mate!” the future cries,
As diesel smoke fades from the skies.
The faithful trucker shakes his head,
And wonders where the road has led.

Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!

Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?
.

“Stay home,” they say, “your work is done,
Here’s U.B.I. – have some fun.
Put up your feet, don’t break a sweat,
We’ll pay you wage … don’t you fret.”

Pick your nose or play online,
Watch the hours gently unwind.
Press a button, earn your keep,
While robots never need their sleep.

But something nags inside the mind,
“What sort of bargain have we signed?”
Is comfort worth the price we pay,
If purpose slowly slips away?

Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!

Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?

Then echoes from an old guitar
Still drift beneath a neon star.
“Money for Nothing” fills the air,
With knowing smiles and raised-brow flair.

It’s funny how the songs we knew
Can sometimes seem to echo through.
For life, it seems, has quite a knack—
Of borrowing art… and paying it back.

The Wrinklies Ruled! …
We Didn’t Listen.
To The Words Spoken Gently …
In the Rock-Bands Lyrics.

Funny how art can light the spark…
Then life walks in…
And plays the part.

SO! – Stamp your feet!
Clap your hands!
Nothing! – Ever stays as planned!

Raise your voice!
Raise your glass!
The future’s coming…
Fast!… Fast!! … FAST!!!

We really ARE! Missing the POINT aren’t We? – The reason lorry drivers are getting such GRIEF! – Post Covid – They want Us Dead! .. Autonomous EV’s are the Future – The VERY NEAR Future! … Already – Banks of AEV TAXI’s are invading the streets in America, China, Japan etc …. AEV Lorries are appearing too! – Once the testing is complete! – It’ll be Bye-Bye Mr Truck-Driver … It’s ‘Universal-Basic-Income’ For YOU MATEY! … You stay at home picking your nose and playing your online games while receiving U.B.I. – AKA; ‘Money-For-Nothing’ …. Hang On! – Didn’t ‘Dire Straits’ have something to say about that?? … Funny how LIFE so often imitates ART! – EH??

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