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ISOA's own Spinal Tappets made their World Premiere performance at the Tuesday night Welcome Party at the 2005 VTR National Convention in Rockford. Every registered guest received a special Limited Edition CD with five of the songs that made their debut at the convention. Like our Triumphs, the CD is now out of production, but with the wonders of modern technology, you can download the five songs in 160kbps mp3 format:

Track 1: Losing My Transmission - 4:09 - 4.76MB
Track 2: TR-Man - 3:19 - 3.80MB
Track 3: Smoke From The Dashboard - 5:09 - 5.90MB
Track 4: Rust In The Tin - 3:55 - 4.48MB
Track 5: Gearbox - 2:42 - 3.10MB

Even though there are only 19 minutes of music on the Spinal Tappets album, these tracks must be played in order just like every other concept album from the 70s. Here are your download instructions:

"First shalt thou take out the Holy Browser. Then, shalt thou download from one through five to thy hard drive. No more. No less. Five shalt be the number thou shalt download, and the number of the downloads shall be five. Six shalt thou not download nor either download thou four, excepting that thou then proceed to five. Seven is right out. Once the number five, being the fifth number, be reached, then, loadest thou thy Five Tracks of Spinal Tappets from thy hard drive into thy MP3 player, which, being almighty in My sight, shall play them for thou from one to five without being set to shuffle."

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From left to right: Dan "Wrongway" Swanson - keyboards, tambourine and Spitfire;
Mike "Wheelman" Konopka - guitars, audio and TR6;
The Tappettes: Sheri Pyle - vocals and TR3, Kathy Pawlak, flute, vocals and Stag, and Sandy Hurst - vocals and TR6;
Dave "Stumpy Joe" Kayson - drums and TR3;
Mark "Silo" Fisher - blues harp and GT6;
Peter "Maestro" Conover - bass and Big Healey;
Jim "Screamer" Aldridge - guitar, banjo, vocals, lyrics, Spitfire and TR6.
Not pictured: Bob "Suds" Streepy - lyrics, TR3 and TR6.

Losing My Transmission

 
 
 
The sound is louder
Louder than before
And the clutch won't engage
The lengths that I have gone to
The distance to the next stop
Oh no I've said too much
I screwed it up

That's me in the gravel
That's me on the roadside
Losing my transmission
I'm trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough

I thought I heard it grinding
I thought that I heard it crunch
I think I thought I saw it smoke

Each flick of the shifter
Of every gear change I'm just
Losing my pressure plate
I was trying to keep up with you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I screwed it up

Consider this
Consider this
The hint of the smoke
Consider this
The shift that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these synchronizers
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much

I thought that I heard it grinding
I thought that I heard it crunch
I think I thought I saw it smoke

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That's me in the gravel
That's me on the roadside
Losing my transmission
I was trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard it grinding
I thought that I heard it crunch
I think I thought I saw it smoke

TR-Man

 
 
 
He's a real TR man
Fitting in his new floor pan
Making all his rebuild plans with no money

Doesn't have a TR2
Found one south of Waterloo
Hasn't run since '62 and no title

TR man, it's missin'
Seats and doors, but listen
TR man, the best thing of all is the overdrive trans

He's as loyal as he can be
Says he'll push his TR3
Before he drives an MGB or Big Healey

TR man, please listen
To your hoses hissin'
TR man, it's time to install an electric fan

Found another TR2
In the mountains of Peru
British Racing Green and blue and grey primer

TR man, don't worry
You'll find more in Missouri
TR man, you can still find a 4 at less than ten grand

He's a real TR man
Fitting in his new floor pan
Making all his rebuild plans with no money
Making all his rebuild plans with no money
Making all his rebuild plans with no money

Smoke From The Dashboard

 
 
 
I drove my 250 up to Red Wing
On the Mississippi River shoreline
To drive my Triumph in Minnesota
I didn't have much time
Bob Lee and the UPers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a solder gun
Wired my coil to the ground
Smoke from the dashboard, fire on my thighs
Smoke from the dashboard

Burnin' down

It burned up at the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Toolman and Stagmeister were running in and out
Pulling wires of the car
When it all was over
I had to tow it to another place
But time was running out
It seemed I couldn't do the driving event
Smoke from the dashboard, fire on my Levis
Smoke from the dashboard

Burnin', Burnin'

We ended up at the casino
It was full of TRs from here and there
With the flatbed truck sittin' just outside
I drive through the funkhana
I finally got my driving event sticker
No matter what I get out of this
I know, I know I'll never forget
Smoke from the dashboard, fire on my thighs
Smoke from the dashboard

Rust In The Tin

 
 
 
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the floors are gone
All my seams
Gaps before my eyes with much porosity

Rust in the tin
Everywhere there's rust in the tin

Same old song
It's been leaking water in an endless sea
It rots through
Crumbles to the ground and everywhere I see

Rust in the tin
Everywhere there's rust in the tin

Now, don't hang on
They don't last forever, it's no wonder why
It rips away
And all your money won't a rust free TR buy

Rust in the tin
Everywhere there's rust in the tin

Rust in the tin
I think the bastards just build it in
Rust in the tin
It looked fine when I drove it in

Gearbox

 
 
 
Daddy's got a gearbox he keeps in the shed
And when Mama comes home she wishes he was dead
'Cause he's swearin' all night
And it still isn't right

Daddy's got a gearbox
Mama never sleeps at night

Well the kids don't eat and the dog can't sleep
There's no escape from the noise in the whole damn street
'Cause he's swearin' all night
And it still isn't right

Daddy's got a gearbox
Mama never sleeps at night

It goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
And he's swearin' all night
But the damn thing ain't right

Daddy's got a gearbox
Mama never sleeps at night

He goes "Screw me, come on and screw me
Come on and tease me like you do
I'm so pissed off at you"

Daddy's got a gearbox
Mama never sleeps at night

It goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
And he's swearin' all night
But the damn thing ain't right

Daddy's got a gearbox
Mama never sleeps at night

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