Dynamite from The Steppes by Silvan Pulse

Grab me by the handle, baby, open up my door
Take us further down the road than we have ever been before
Hug it tight around the curves, now baby enough to make me catch my breath
Punch it down the passing lane and feel the sweat bead on my chest
Let me take the wheel, now baby - you just close your eyes
And dare to surrender to me and anticipate the surprise

I ain’t got time to be refined
Don’t try to talk me down I made up my mind
I want to flirt with death, said I wanna flirt with death

At a steady clip, now baby - we’re cresting towards the top
If we push it hard enough, we might get air and never drop
Things might go sideways on us, the lines might start to blur
I’m not invested in outcomes baby, but by all that can occur
Blinding lights are catching us baby from the front and behind
If we crash and burn, that’s fine now - don’t want to rust to decline

I ain’t got time to be refined
Don’t try to talk me down I made up my mind
I want to flirt with death, said I wanna flirt with death

• Rock
• blues rock
• funk rock
• indie rock
• Montpelier