No Idea How
Bike For Three! Lyrics


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Steady. Unbreakable. Consistent. Fast.
Dirt. Everything begins in the distant past.
The sun rose. A clock started counting. A noise came.
I got a crush on a girl with a boy's name...

Starting with nothing and building a tragic notion
With sparks, a hammer and nails, a magic potion
And drift wood. Ideas this good rarely fail.
Anniversary time. A nursery rhyme. A fairy tale.
The colour green. The greatest hits and worst misses.
Laying down in the bed together and first kisses.
Which way is up? And who's fingerprints is this?
Being born is agony and ignorance is bliss.
And I'm so lost...

And right now the night owl delivers us to bad dreams.
Tears that turn into vapour and sad screams.
War all the time. This is how the attack sounded.
Objects of desire obscured and backgrounded.
It's unfair. One pair tortured and separated.
Red is the colour now - everything is decorated.
It's the hand you're dealt and the card played.
Burning the house down and learning the hard way.
Digging the exact same hole that's been dug before.
Sexual want - it's a perpetual tug of war.
Exploding hearts and mistakes that spark demolition.
Hunger with sharp claws and dark premonition.
And I'm so lost...

Carefully organized cruelty and measured violence.
Treasured silence. Stranded on dessert islands.
Dull pain that holds me with deep persistence.
Freezing cold and being told to keep your distance.
The blood that won't stop bleeding is hell's prize.
Cursing yourself and the mirror that tells lies.
Voices are everywhere I look and keep talking.
Memory serves and the whole world is sleep walking.
Bad things, bad things on the check-list.
Already checked off, random and reckless.
Breathing fire and outrage, I swear and swear.
It's everyday life - the jack hammer and wear and tear.
I question myself and the reply of the swarm.
The slow death of the pen and the eye of the storm.
Inside the lightning bolts and the snakes are woken.
Feels like hell on wheels and the brakes are broken.
And I'm so lost...

Here comes the end. It's the future. Belief.
With it comes death and what a relief.
It's night time. The colour is black. It's the void.
And sometimes it's pretty when things are destroyed.
This is what love looks like, it's unbearable.
The sun is a constant. The moon is a variable.
The shedding of skin, of time and regret.




Remembering how good it feels to forget.
I'm so lost...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bike For Three!'s song No Idea How are incredibly rich and complex. They speak to the human experience of feeling lost, confused and overwhelmed. The first stanza sets the tone of the song, with the four words "Steady. Unbreakable. Consistent. Fast" representing the qualities that many strive for but few achieve. The following lines evoke a sense of time passing, with the rising sun and the ticking clock suggesting that life is moving forward with or without our knowledge or consent. The reference to a crush on a girl with a boy's name adds an element of unpredictability and confusion, echoing the theme of being lost and uncertain.


The second stanza delves deeper into the idea of building something out of nothing, using "sparks, a hammer and nails, a magic potion / And drift wood" to create something beautiful and successful. However, the line "Ideas this good rarely fail" is tinged with skepticism and irony, suggesting that even the best-laid plans can sometimes go awry. The stanza goes on to explore themes of love, sex, and identity, with the line "Being born is agony and ignorance is bliss" encapsulating the contradictory nature of life itself.


The final stanza brings the song to a close with a powerful meditation on the human experience, touching on subjects as diverse as violence, memory, and mortality. The final lines, "This is what love looks like, it's unbearable / The sun is a constant. The moon is a variable / The shedding of skin, of time and regret / Remembering how good it feels to forget," suggest that while life may be confusing and painful, it is also beautiful and meaningful in its own way.


Line by Line Meaning

Steady. Unbreakable. Consistent. Fast.
The bike, a symbol for life, goes forward with a steady, unbreakable, consistent, and fast pace.


Dirt. Everything begins in the distant past.
Life starts from the dirt, symbolizing the beginning of all things in the distant past.


The sun rose. A clock started counting. A noise came.
The start of a new day, marked by the rising sun, the ticking of the clock, and the noise around us.


I got a crush on a girl with a boy's name...
The artist is confused and lost, perhaps symbolized by the attraction he feels for someone who goes against gender norms.


Starting with nothing and building a tragic notion
Creating something meaningful out of nothing, but perhaps fraught with destiny filled with tragedy.


With sparks, a hammer and nails, a magic potion
Creating something from scratch, similar to the process of creating a bike from raw materials.


And drift wood. Ideas this good rarely fail.
Even unconventional things, like using driftwood to build, can lead to great success if the ideas behind them are good.


Anniversary time. A nursery rhyme. A fairy tale.
Moments of joy - remembering anniversaries, lighthearted nursery rhymes, and fairy tales that bring us back to our childhood.


The colour green. The greatest hits and worst misses.
The color green, representing life, brings both good and bad moments like in a typical life filled with successes and failures.


Laying down in the bed together and first kisses.
Intimate moments shared with someone special, like laying down in bed together or experiencing a first kiss.


Which way is up? And who's fingerprints is this?
The singer is confused and unsure about their surroundings, questioning which way is up and whose fingerprints they see.


Being born is agony and ignorance is bliss.
Birth may be difficult and painful, but ignorance can be blissful in the face of the challenges.


And I'm so lost...
The singer expresses a continual sense of being lost and confused.


And right now the night owl delivers us to bad dreams.
The night and its darkness bring bad dreams, symbolizing a sense of fear or anxiety.


Tears that turn into vapour and sad screams.
Sadness expressed through tears and screams that dissipate like vapors.


War all the time. This is how the attack sounded.
Life can feel like a constant battle with no respite. The sound of an attack may symbolize the harshness of life's challenges.


Objects of desire obscured and backgrounded.
Things we desire are often hidden and out of reach, or take a back seat to more pressing matters in life.


It's unfair. One pair tortured and separated.
Life can be unfair, demonstrated by the pain of a pair of individuals who are tortured and separated.


Red is the colour now - everything is decorated.
The color red is associated with passion, but can also represent violence or danger. Perhaps everything is decorated in red as a nod to these associations.


It's the hand you're dealt and the card played.
Life can feel like a game of chance, with the cards we are dealt determining our fate.


Burning the house down and learning the hard way.
Mistakes may be painful but can teach us important lessons that we can use to improve ourselves and our situations.


Digging the exact same hole that's been dug before.
Repeating habits or mistakes leads to stagnation or going in circles, symbolized by digging the same hole again.


Sexual want - it's a perpetual tug of war.
Sexual desire can be a never-ending internal struggle between desire and morality or social norms.


Exploding hearts and mistakes that spark demolition.
Heartbreak and the resulting implosions can be devastating and wreck not just one's romantic relationships, but also one's life in general.


Hunger with sharp claws and dark premonition.
A metaphor for how hunger can come on suddenly and with force, and for how strong and intense fear or anxiety can affect one's sense of self.


Carefully organized cruelty and measured violence.
Life's brutal rules don't always impact in a random way, often following a carefully thought out plan.


Treasured silence. Stranded on dessert islands.
Silence can be a valuable and precious commodity; yet, it can also represent feeling isolated and alone, like being on a deserted island.


Dull pain that holds me with deep persistence.
Pain that does not disappear but rather persists over time - it can be background noise, but still present and overwhelming.


Freezing cold and being told to keep your distance.
Being told to maintain a distance, while also feeling isolated, symbolized by the feeling of being in the freezing cold.


The blood that won't stop bleeding is hell's prize.
Blood is a symbol of life and vitality, but when it won't stop flowing, it can represent being trapped in a difficult or painful situation.


Cursing yourself and the mirror that tells lies.
Self-doubt can feel like a never-ending struggle fighting against one's self-image and the lies that our minds tell us.


Voices are everywhere I look and keep talking.
Voices surround us, symbolizing that our sense of self can become lost or overwhelmed by the opinions or demands of others, and that we struggle to find our own voice or sense of direction.


Memory serves and the whole world is sleep walking.
Memories can shape our perceptions of the present, sometimes sending the message that the world is acting on autopilot.


Bad things, bad things on the check-list.
Bad things can quickly accumulate, adding up much quicker than good things in our memories or life experiences.


Already checked off, random and reckless.
Some bad things may feel inevitable or already have been experienced, feeling random or reckless.


Breathing fire and outrage, I swear and swear.
Struggling against injustice can lead to a burning sense of outrage, even feeling like a physical presence through our breathing patterns and language.


It's everyday life - the jack hammer and wear and tear.
Life can be messy, loud, and unrelenting, often feeling like a constant state of construction and wear and tear.


I question myself and the reply of the swarm.
The struggle for identity can feel like fighting against crowd mentality or feeling overwhelmed by the expectations of others.


The slow death of the pen and the eye of the storm.
The slow death of creativity or writing can feel like a state of calm in the midst of chaos, like the eye of a storm.


Inside the lightning bolts and the snakes are woken.
The manifestation of powerful forces can be awe-inspiring and frightening, like the sudden snap of lightning that causes snakes to stir.


Feels like hell on wheels and the brakes are broken.
When life feels unrelenting and out of control, even something that should provide a sense of stability and slowing down, like brakes on a bike, can be broken.


And I'm so lost...
The poem ends with a continual sense of being lost, unable to find a true sense of self or direction in life.


Here comes the end. It's the future. Belief.
Believing in the future brings both uncertainty and an eventual end, but provides hope and something worth striving for.


With it comes death and what a relief.
Death can bring an end to pain and suffering, even providing some relief from the struggles of life.


It's night time. The colour is black. It's the void.
Night and the color black symbolizes the absence of light, and the void or emptiness that can be found in life.


And sometimes it's pretty when things are destroyed.
Even destruction can have its own sense of beauty, similar to the power of watching natural phenomena like a storm or a volcano eruption.


This is what love looks like, it's unbearable.
Love's powerful emotions are often intense and overwhelming, ultimately being both beautiful and difficult to handle.


The sun is a constant. The moon is a variable.
The natural cycles of light and dark represent the importance of change and constancy in life and relationships.


The shedding of skin, of time and regret.
Life involves letting go of things we used to hold dear, often in the form of regret for missed opportunities or mistakes.


Remembering how good it feels to forget.
Sometimes forgetting things can provide relief from pain or struggles and lead to a sense of freedom or release.


I'm so lost...
The poem ends with a sense of being lost and overwhelmed, but perhaps also a glimmer of hope for finding direction and meaning in the future.




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LOUAY KACHOUANE

top speed : 200 km/h
acceleration : from 0 to 100 in 4 hours

dajam9035

😂

CHAD

You got that right 👍😂😂

Save the Rhino

On a descending track, wind from behind

Dhanyta Patale

😂😂

Jonathan Arias

😂😂 Yes

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thwoo

This man has done what my intrusive thoughts have wanted me to do for years. Truly one of the chainrings of all time

Zritel'

Да, но на этом велосипеде в гору не заехать. Только по дороге без наклонов.

Cristoz

I have thought about this for years too, pretty much the same way like this is. Now somebody has made it... Is it the 100th monkey effect?

p A

that's not intrusive thoughts, stop using tik tok vocabulary

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