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Thread #32051   Message #421371
Posted By: KitKat
20-Mar-01 - 05:53 AM
Thread Name: BS: Bizarre Moments in Our Times
Subject: RE: BS: Bizarre Moments in Our Times
This has to be one of the most bizarre news stories and resulting song ever written. Enjoy!

Kit Kat

Dead Man Ride
By Bryn Phillips

Amazingly, this is a true story. Bryn heard it on the radio on the way home from work one evening and almost crashed the car. It happened in late 1998: a man in Copenhagen, who had a very close attachment to his father, decided to give him a really good send-off. So, he sneaked him out of the mortuary and drove him around Copenhagen for three and a half hours on his motorbike, stopping off at his father's favourite haunts. Everything in this song, including the bracket up the jacket, was included in the news report!

I went down to the mortuary
And dragged you off the slab
Dressed you up in your leathers
I was proud you were my dad
I slipped on your dark glasses
To cover your dead eyes
And dragged you from that place of death
To my Harley parked outside

Refrain
Dead man ride, dead man ride
Come on and ride my bike with me
All around Copenhagen city
One last time those sights to see
Dead man ride

Then I glued you on the saddle
I had to make sure you didn't fall
I stuck a bracket up your jacket
You were sitting proud and tall
We set of kinda stately
But soon I picked up speed
I was cruising around the city streets
You were rocking in the breeze

I stopped outside your favourite bar
And manhandled you inside
In the darkened gloom there
No-one noticed you had died
I prised open your dead fingers
Placed a beet in your right hand
Stuck a cigar into your dead man's lips
As we listened to the band

I talked to you about my childhood
And all the things we'd done
You couldn't speak but I swear you listened
To the rantings of your son
I wasn't sad, I was too happy
To be drinking with my dad
In our favourite bar in Copenhagen
I thought: "Death, you ain't so bad"

I took you back to the mortuary
They couldn't believe their eyes
As I stopped the Harley Davidson
And parked it carefully outside
We carried you so gently
And returned you to your slab
When I took off your dark glasses
I smiled and I swear you smiled back