Plea For A Bike

When I was a child and through to a teenager I, like most of my peers, had a desire to own a bicycle. It was like a right of passage. Part of life development. It seemed natural and ordinary. It represented growth, freedom and independence. It was after all the status symbol of a generation. A chance to explore wider boundaries and meet new friends.

Bicycles were certainly an expensive thing. In my world at the time it had serious financial implications for parents. As one of three children getting expensive gifts was an extremely rare thing. In those days toys were reserved for special occasions like Birthdays or Christmases and the cost of bikes were probably more than treble that were spent on those days combined.

Plus there was an element of danger. Children, bikes and traffic didn't mix well with the former usually coming off worst.

It was for the above reason my father steadfastly refused to buy his children a bike. And of the three of us I was the most upset by this. Very upset. Extraordinarily upset. Boundary tantrum upset.

I reasoned that bicycle ownership would help me develop. I was a timid child, small compared to most school colleagues, a pacifist in an angry world, scared with insecurities about being considered part of it. I struggled to have close friends at school and was further alienated by being unable to be part of the cycling gangs developing. With no bike I appeared to be a loner. A loser.

It didn't help that my circumstances took me away to a remote school at twelve years old and getting there was a pain. Bus rides, long walks and being miles from friends when socialising was unbearable. It is even probably the reason I never became a rock star.

I argued long and passionately about these points with my dad but he was unrepentant. I pointed out that I, more than other children, would treat riding with respect and care to avoid becoming the jam in a car sandwich. I reasoned that by restricting this activity he was cruel, stunting my development and curtailing any after school activities. I even offered to have nothing else if only I could have a bike. But to no effect. There was no way he'll change his mind.

The duet character of the song, coupled with the chorus elements serve to suggest a West End musical style because that is exactly what it was intended to be. This passionate episode in my life was written to be part of a plan for a musical of my life that I was considering and working on in the 1980s. These lyrics were penned in 1989. The musical has yet to be completed.

The unedited original lyrics are reproduced below and despite their apparent complexity do not yet have any musical accompaniment. I will eventually get around to doing this but will first need to learn how to write music. This was a serious flaw in my plan to write that musical. So, can you help?

If the tune is great and it becomes a success I may buy you a bike. Providing you don't bloody well go on about it all the time.

Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.006 16 Oct 2017



Bike

By Vince

A spurned plea, written in 1989


Vince sat on a Dawes racing bike on a driveway

(Son)
Daddy will you buy me a bike?
Daddy will you buy me a bike?
I'm asking just right.
Will you see the light?
Daddy will you buy me a bike?

Daddy. Go on, buy me a bike
Daddy. Go on, buy me a bike
I'll borrow a bike.
To make you see right.
Daddy. Go on, buy me a bike.
(Chorus)
There is no way he'll change his mind.
The reason's simple. He thinks he's kind.
And yes we know that don't suit you.
Appreciate his point of view.
You'll make him angry if you don't care.
And force the issue. Pressure to bear.
His choice is made. And so is yours.
But you must give up. Abandon cause.
(Father)
Son, I will not buy you a bike?
Son, I will not buy you a bike?
Can shout if you like.
Loudspeaker and mike.
No, I will not buy you a bike?
(Chorus)
There is no way he'll change his mind.
The reason's simple. He thinks he's kind.
And yes we know that don't suit you.
Appreciate his point of view.
You'll make him angry if you don't care.
And force the issue. Pressure to bear.
His choice is made. And so is yours.
But you must give up. Abandon cause.
(Son)
Daddy please, I just want a bike?
Daddy please, I just want a bike?
I'm going on strike.
I'll fight for my rights.
Daddy please, it's only a bike?
(Chorus)
Daddy will not buy you a bike?
Daddy will not buy you a bike?
Can cry all you like.
You won't budge his might.
Daddy will not buy you a bike?
(Son)
Please Daddy.
Please, please Daddy.
I've never asked for anything else in my life.
Please Daddy.
Please, please Daddy.
I'll have this and nothing else if you like.
(Father)
Sorry, but I won't buy a bike.
Sorry, but you won't have a bike.
You could fly to great heights.
Push and die in the fight.
But, no way will I buy you a bike.
(Chorus and verses sung simultaneously)
(Son) I won't give up. (Chorus) There is no way he'll change his mind.
(Father) I think you must. (Chorus) The reason's simple. He thinks he's kind.
(Son) It's important. (Chorus) And yes we know that don't suit you.
(Son) A bike or bust. (Chorus) Appreciate his point of view.
(Son) There is no way I'm giving in. (Chorus) You'll make him angry if you don't care.
(Father) You may as well. You will not win. (Chorus) And force the issue. Pressure to bear.
(Son) I know with you the temper's short. (Chorus) His choice is made. And so is yours.
(Son) But I will fight to the highest court. (Chorus) But you must give up. Abandon cause.

(Father) You can fight but I won't break. (Chorus) There is no way he'll change his mind.
(Father) The cause is dead, for heaven's sake. (Chorus) The reason's simple. He thinks he's kind.
(Son) It will not die. I am not through. (Chorus) And yes we know that don't suit you.
(Father) I'm in charge it's not up to you. (Chorus) Appreciate his point of view.
(Son) If you could... (Chorus) You'll make him angry....
(Father) No way I will. (Chorus) ...if you don't care.
(Son) I just want... (Chorus) And force the issue...
(Father) I'm certain still. (Chorus) ...Pressure to bear.
(Son) It's a... (Chorus) His choice...
(Father) When you live on your own. (Chorus) ...is made. And so is yours.
(Father) Then... (Chorus) But you...
(Son) Then I'll run away from home. (Chorus) ...must give up. Abandon cause.

(Silence)

(Chorus - repeats softly without music)

There is no way he'll change his mind.
The reason's simple. He thinks he's kind.
And yes we know that don't suit you.
Appreciate his point of view.
You'll make him angry if you don't care.
And force the issue. Pressure to bear.
His choice is made. And so is yours.
But you must give up. Abandon cause. Abandon cause. Abandon cause.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.006 16 Oct 2017
Lyrics written in 1989
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts the author on one of the first bikes he owned and was added in Version 5.006 16 Oct 2017