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Drivin' like a nut in the rain
Don't think I was actin' so hysterically
But I didn't see a thing until it came
Met the dumb suburbs in the takeaway
Beating up the Chinese at the counter
I put a few inside me at the end of the day
I took out my revenge on the revolution counter
Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
You'd think by now at least that half my brain would get the message
Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
In walks Bud with his exploding nose
He's been giving it maximum today
Shouted, How the devil, you in trouble, I suppose
All you ever do is run away
Gunned up the motor into hyperdrive
I wasn't gonna take any of that
Don't get bright ideas about a suicide
'Cause all I ever hear is, Zoom, bam, fantastic
Crawlin' from the wreckage
Crawlin' from the wreckage
You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message
Crawlin' from the wreckage
Crawlin' from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage
Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage
Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage
Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
Bits of me are scattered in the trees and in the hedges
Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
Nothin' seems to happen that ain't happened before
I see it all through flashes of depression
I drop my drink and hit some people runnin' for the door
Gotta make some kind of impression
'Cause when I'm disconnected from the drivin' wheel
I'm only half the man I should be
Metal hitting metal is-a all I feel
Everything is good as it poss-i-bul-ly could be
Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message
Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
Bits of me are scattered in the trees and in the hedges
Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage.
RIP ANN (1956 - 2012) 🙏
Two cars returning to Santa Barbara after a day swimming in the upper Santa Ynez River sailed over the crest of the San Marcos Pass on Hwy 154 at ~75 - 80 mph. We weren't racing and there wasn't any stodgy traffic that needed passing in the wide spot at the top of the hill, we were just travelling a familiar winding road at a fun speed. We were driving Honda Civics. I was in the car in front and my sister was about 6 car lengths behind. With no traffic visable ahead we didn't let up much for the first turn—a gentle right. As we zipped into the beginning of the turn we could begin to see what was beyond. The entire 2 lanes of pavement was blocked by a wreck. We braked heavily; which was kinda tricky since we had immediately moved to the unpaved shoulder to avoid any vehicles from behind that couldn't stop as fast as us. It was a one car accident. The 1970's Cadillac Coup de Ville was laying on its side, perpenicular to the roadway, steaming and smoking, blocking the whole roadway. We came to a stop about 20' away. The accident had obviously happened the very minute before. I jumped out and started to run for the car. I'd been an ambulance driver and open water lifeguard and always carried a 'seatbelt knife' for just these situations. The fuel smell was heavy and the oil smoke was thick. I thought it was probably going to burn. I was concerned because I'd not yet seen the passengers and no one else was approaching the car to help. I only went about 4 big steps when these four young guys hopped out through the driver's side windows. They laughed hilariously. The onlookers laughed. I laughed. I didn't need to tell them to stand clear and watch for downhill traffic coming around that blind curve, because they immediately rocked the car a little then pushed it back on its wheels. They piled back in, and to everybody's amazement drove off, burning rubber, hooting and hollering out of sight. In all, the whole event didn't take two minutes. They didn't get the brand new car, but I've always felt that scene needed to be on a video of "Crawling from the Wreckage".
Cool story. Thank You for sharing it.
done that
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Yes, but brilliant noise!
Yep! Love this song- I thought it was a romantic metaphor, too, until I just read the lyrics. Sometimes a car wreck is just a car wreck...
...ha ha, get it?..'cause it's, like, funny...
Wasn't Mr. Edmunds in 'Rockpile'? A certified supergroup, they didn't (couldn't) last long.
For all practical purposes this *is* Rockpile.
Both Nick Lowe and Dave Edmunds used the same lineup on their solo albums. I think there was some sort of contractual reason that prevented them from recording together as Rockpile for a while. They finally got it sorted out and recorded "Seconds of Pleasure" and then went their separate ways. So, in reality Rockpile lasted longer than their one album would indicate.
Wasn't Mr. Edmunds in 'Rockpile'? A certified supergroup, they didn't (couldn't) last long.
Dave Edmunds - Crawling From The Wreckage
Wilco - Passenger Side
Dan Mangan - Road Regrets
On the nose!
What a great insurance plan this guy has!
This is an excellent cut from one of the kings of England's "Pub Rock" scene. With his hard edged rockabilly style, Dave Edmunds could blow the doors off most clubs, whether he was solo, with Brinsley Schwarz, or Rockpile.
Man, they could really crank it up, couldn't they? Gotta check out more of their catalog, what little there is...
This is an excellent cut from one of the kings of England's "Pub Rock" scene. With his hard edged rockabilly style, Dave Edmunds could blow the doors off most clubs, whether he was solo, with Brinsley Schwarz, or Rockpile.
Wreckage is right! I don't need to hear this one ever again.
Sabre Dance was a L-O-N-G time ago!