From the recording Like a Viking
A lovingly detailed portrait of pride, persistence, and motion without momentum.
Lyrics
Got a car from ’85, it barely runs alive
Painted sky blue but it struggles to survive
Interior’s greasy, the seats all tore
And that tranny grinds when I hit the floor
No horsepower hiding under the hood
Pushin’ the gas don’t do what it should
Park brake slips on the slightest hill
This Tempo’s got guts, but they’re weak and still
People laugh when I roll on through
But hey, this Tempo still gets me too
No tempo Tempo
Drivin’ in limpo
Life is in slow-mo
Shocks maxing up yo
Tail light hangin’ though
With a Bill screw, Joe
Bill was a mechanic with a steady hand
Said you don’t need parts when a screw will stand
That tail light wiggles but it holds on tight
A monument to wrong that somehow feels right
Folks shake heads when they see me go
But I’m still proud of this heap I tow
No tempo Tempo
Drivin’ in limpo
Life is in slow-mo
Shocks maxing up yo
Tail light hangin’ though
With a Bill screw, Joe
Zero to sixty in a week or so
Gotta park on a hill just to get it to go
Gutless wonder, my pride, my foe
In the no tempo Tempo, I put on a show
No tempo Tempo
Drivin’ in limpo
Life is in slow-mo
Shocks maxing up yo
Tail light hangin’ though
With a Bill screw, Joe