I spend a lot of time on the road, and enjoy performance driving (often driving for hours at triple-digit speeds) I use a lot of anti-radar/lazer equipment, and I don't get tickets...
But this is my favorite high-speed driving song (actually the whole Romeo/Juliette soundtrack is great)
I don't like metal/thrash type music in the car, but rather a type of surreal calming music that has a reckless/risky under-tone.
Having high-end audio systems in my cars is just as important as the music to me. Powerful, accurate bass that can go deep, combined with a strong acustically haunting vocal reproduction is just as important to me in the conveyance of the emotion of the song as the song it's self...
The only thing better is driving fast, with the music loud while getting a BBBJ! (WARNING: This only works well in paddle-shift cars!)
(lyrics to Whatever/I had a dream)
TYBALT SPEAKING:
Peace? I hate the word.
As I hate hell, all Montagues.
I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a dream,
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream,
Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts
Make me a suit so I can get it off,
Heaven help me, my head is spin'n round,
Stop this airplane cause I got to get down
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove, right on,
Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis,
And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair
Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
It was a scream last night
It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream,
She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove,
I had to scream last night
Lord of Love
I didn't know where to shake my butt
Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
Three a.m. at five o'clock
And one of us leaves, and I got shot!
Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, biyatch.
