Bike Test 1 2 3
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Full speed along the North Oconee River
I can feel it in my forehead and while that always fails
My lungs are getting clearer
I can see trucks racing by on the roof above my trail
Cops are waiting to ticket
Anyone with out-of-state plates, I'm not missing anything

Swore off all prescribed medication
And rode two miles through nowhere to a water fountain spitting out hot water
I sit at a bench at a compost heap
And I'm about to pedal up a sixty-degree slope

At the top of a hill at a very, very rapid speed
There's one, only one, only one, only one place left to go
At the top of a hill at a very, very rapid speed
There's one, only one, only one, only one place left to go

At the top of a hill at very high speed
There's nowhere to go but down
At the top of a hill at very high speed
There's nowhere to go but down
At the top of a hill at very high speed
There's nowhere to go but down

And it gets easier
As I ascend my bike uphill on foot
'Cause last time I kicked it into first
I broke a gear by going too hard

And it gets easier
As I pass the Edward Scissorhands village
Where privileged white kids date-rape girls
And taunt me in their SUVs

And it gets easier
As I see the double vans in our driveways
I'm glistening now but I know someday
I won't even break a sweat

And it gets easier, and it gets easier
As time goes things can only get better
And it gets easier, and it gets easier
As time goes things can only get better

And it gets easier, and it gets easier
As time goes things can only get better
And it gets easier, and it gets easier
As time goes things can only get better

R-I-D-E, I wanna




R-I-D-E, I wanna
R-I-D-E, I wanna ride

Overall Meaning

"Bike Test 1 2 3" by Bomb the Music Industry! is a song about biking through different terrains and how it becomes easier as time goes on. The lyrics describe the physical exertion of biking and the hurdles that come with it such as cops ticketing people with out-of-state plates, riding through nowhere to a hot water fountain, and encountering SUVs with privileged white kids who taunt the singer. Despite these challenges, the song emphasizes the sense of liberation and freedom that comes with biking and the fact that things will only get easier as time goes on.


The lyrics also suggest a sense of growth and personal empowerment that comes with biking. The repetition of "And it gets easier, and it gets easier, as time goes things can only get better" reinforces this idea of personal growth and development. The line "I swore off all prescribed medication" indicates a desire to take control of one's health and well-being, while the line "I'm about to pedal up a sixty-degree slope" suggests a willingness to take on challenges and push oneself to the limit.


Line by Line Meaning

Full speed along the North Oconee River
I'm riding my bike as fast as I can by the river


I can feel it in my forehead and while that always fails
My head is starting to hurt, but I'm not giving up


My lungs are getting clearer
I can feel my breathing improving


I can see trucks racing by on the roof above my trail
There are big trucks passing by on the highway overhead


Cops are waiting to ticket
The police are looking out for people with out-of-state license plates


Anyone with out-of-state plates, I'm not missing anything
I'm not worried, because I'm riding my bike


Swore off all prescribed medication
I stopped taking any medicine


And rode two miles through nowhere to a water fountain spitting out hot water
I biked to a remote place outside of town where there's a hot water fountain


I sit at a bench at a compost heap
I stopped at a bench near a pile of compost


And I'm about to pedal up a sixty-degree slope
I'm getting ready to ride up a very steep hill


At the top of a hill at a very, very rapid speed
When I reach the summit, I'll be going super fast


There's one, only one, only one, only one place left to go
Once I reach the top, there's only one direction to go: down


At the top of a hill at very high speed
I'll be going very fast when I reach the peak


There's nowhere to go but down
The only way to go from here is down the hill


And it gets easier
It's starting to feel less difficult


As I ascend my bike uphill on foot
I'm walking my bike up the steep part of the hill


'Cause last time I kicked it into first
Because the last time I tried to ride up this hill in first gear


I broke a gear by going too hard
I messed up my bike by pushing too hard


As I pass the Edward Scissorhands village
I'm going by a place where people look like the characters from the movie 'Edward Scissorhands'


Where privileged white kids date-rape girls
It seems like some people here are doing terrible things


And taunt me in their SUVs
They're also making fun of me for riding my bike


As I see the double vans in our driveways
I'm noticing that some people have two vans parked in their driveway


I'm glistening now but I know someday
I'm sweating, but I hope that someday I won't have to work so hard to ride my bike


I won't even break a sweat
It won't be hard for me anymore


As time goes things can only get better
I'm hopeful that things will improve over time


R-I-D-E, I wanna
I really want to ride my bike


R-I-D-E, I wanna
I'm excited to keep riding


R-I-D-E, I wanna ride
I want to keep going on my bike ride




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jeffrey Ernest Rosenstock

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Comments from YouTube:

@sweakerthan

Love the structure of this song. So good

@astrobstrd

I just KILLED IT on the mandolin.

@BurnsyRuns

Super relatable. I feel the same way about skatboarding

@mattrodas6588

Love it!!

@BongieThaYungN

This is cool!

@DanMForMichigan

Full speed along the North Oconee River.
I can feel it in my forehead and while that always fails, my lungs are getting clearer.
I see trucks racing by on the roof above my trail, 
cops are waiting to ticket anyone with out-of-state plates. 
I'm not missing anything.

Swore off all prescribed medication and rode two miles 
through nowhere to a water fountain spitting out hot water.
I sit at a bench at a compost heap and I'm about to pedal up a sixty degree slope.

At the top of a hill at a very rapid speed there's only one place to go.
At the top of a hill at a very high speed there's nowhere to go but down.

And it gets easier as I ascend my bike uphill on foot 
'cause last time I kicked it into first I broke a gear by going too hard.

And it gets easier as I pass the Edward Scissorhands village 
where privileged white kids date rape girls and taunt me in their SUV's.

And it gets easier as I see the double vans in our driveways, 
I'm glistening but I know that some day I won't even break a sweat.

And it gets easier, as time goes things can only get better.
R-I-D-E. I wanna ride.

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