the BOL Foundation Initiative

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the Sun Machine Is Coming Down and We're Gonna Have a Puppy

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Race Oddity

Race Oddity

(Poem by the Dog of the Blue Orange Lion)

Race control to Nelson P.,
Race control to Nelson P.,
Have your protein drink and put your helmet on.

Race control to Nelson P.,
Commencing countdown, engine's on
Check hydraulics and may Flav's love be with you.

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five,
Four, Three, Two, One, Start

This is race control to Nelson P.,
You've really made the grade
And the bloggers want to know whose shoes you wear
Now lit up the afterburner if you dare.

"This is Nelson P. to race control,
I'm cutting these chicanes
And I'm driving in a most peculiar way
And the track looks very different today.

For here
Am I sitting in my cockpit
In my own world,
Marshal's flag is blue
And there's nothing I can do.

Though I'm past two hundred or so miles,
I'm feeling very still,
And I think my steering knows which way to turn.
Tell my dad I love him very much he knows."

Race control to Nelson P.
Your steering's dead, there's something wrong.
Can you hear me, Nelson P.?
Can you hear me, Nelson P.?
Can you hear me, Nelson P.?
Can you...

"Here
Am I flying in my cockpit
Far above the track,
Marshal's face is blue
And there's nothing I can do."

Le Monaco

The Tigress

(Poem by William Blake's distant relative)

Armco! Armco! burning bright
Under Monaco daylight,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps of tales
Burnt the danger of thine rails?
On what rules dare he aspire?
What the dude dare seize the fire?

And what worker, and what sweat,
Could twist the sinews of thy silhouette?
And when the guard rails were complete,
What dread the hand? and what dread the feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what cool grasp
Dare its silent terrors clasp?

When the stars* on the starting grid appeared,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who promotes Grand Prix made thee?

Armco! Armco! burning bright
Under Monaco daylight,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

* Hollywood stars.

Time (F1 Rookie Guideline)

Time (F1 Rookie Guideline)

(Poem by somebody)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull race
You fritter and waste the laps in an offhand way
Driving around on a piece of ground with a tarmac*
Waiting for race engineer to show you the way

Tired of sitting in a race car stayed at home to watch the race
And you have had a nice career and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find two years have got benind you
No one told you when to drive, you're over 25

And you try & you try to catch up with FA,
but you're sinking
He's racing around to come up behind you again
F1 is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of seat and one day closer to boot

Every race is getting shorter, never seem to find the pace
Scores that always come to naught or half a page of messy drives
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the common way
The time has gone, the poem's over,
thought I'd something more to write...

* "home town" could also be used because a lot of Formula 1 drivers can call Monaco their home town but we opted for something more F1-related.

Formula 1 for Babies is Back!

Just when you thought "Formula 1 for Babies" would never return... it returns. Sort of. Check out this month's cover.

the End (Requiem for F1)

the End (Requiem for F1)

(Poem by the Wombat of the Blue Orange Lion)

This is the end
Of F1 then
This is the end
For crazy fans... the end

Of FOTA's latest plans... the end
Of F1 cars that roar... the end
No pile-ups or surprise... the end
You'll never never watch an F1 race... again

Can you picture what will be
No teams and no grand prix
Desperately in need... of some... stranger's hand
In a... desperate land

Lost in a roman wilderness of greed
With zero drivers on the grid
Zero drivers on the grid
Waiting for the decent bid... yeah

There's danger for the orgy clown
Ride the new highway... baby
Weird scenes inside the paddock
Ride the highway west... baby

Ride the whip... ride the whip...
Shake your hips... the pensioner's hips... baby
The whip is long... seven miles
Ride the whip... it's rough and it's hit is tough

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here... and we'll do the rest

The red bus is calling us!
The red bus is calling us!
Luca! Where you're taking us?

The driver awoke before dawn... he put his boots on
He took a helmet from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the pit lane
He went into the motorhome where his team boss lived... and then he
Paid a visit to his manager... and then he...
He walked on down the pit lane
And he came to a door... and he looked inside
Bernie! Yes, son? I want to kill you...
Max... I want to... F#@k you

C'mon Bernie, take a chance with us!
C'mon Bernie, take a chance with us!
C'mon Bernie, take a chance with us!
And meet me at the back of the pit lane tonight
Red rum all night
C'mon! Yeah!

Sniff! Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!

This is the end
Of F1 then
This is the end
For crazy fans... the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of new rules and soft lies
The end of teams we tried to buy

Barcelona Song (The Lament of an F1 Journalist)

Barcelona Song (The Lament of an F1 Journalist)

(Poem by Baby Blue Orange Lion)

Well, show me the way
To the next motorhome,
Oh, don't ask why!
Oh, don't ask why!

Show me the way
To the next motorhome,
Oh, don't ask why!
Oh, don't ask why!

For if we don't find
The next motorhome,
I tell you we must die!
I tell you we must die!
I tell you, I tell you,
I tell you we must die!

Oh, moon of Barcelona,
We now must say goodbye!
We've lost our good old Horner
And must have Red Bull! Oh, you know why!

Well, show me the way
To the next F1 star,
Oh, don't ask why!
Oh, don't ask why!

Show me the way
To the next F1 star,
Oh, don't ask why!
Oh, don't ask why!

For if we don't find
The next F1 star,
I tell you we must die!
I tell you we must die!
I tell you, I tell you,
I tell you we must die!

Oh, moon of Barcelona,
We now must say goodbye!
We've lost our good old Horner
And must have Red Bull! Oh, you know why!

Wombat Weekly Dumb Joke Nº11

Flavio Briatore runs into Ross Brawn in the paddock and says: "Je vais te pourrir ta vie!"

Really Pulled the Stops Out to Get That Done

A pretty normal Friday except that at some stage we had a problem with the radio and I think I had some Spanish drivers to talking to me! Radio killed the video star.

the End

it's the end of the car industry as we know it (and I feel fine)

Vegetable Wombat (part 4)

Eat Vegetables!

Vegetable Wombat (part 3)

Eat vegetables!

Vegetable Wombat (part 2)

Eat Vegetables!

Vegetable Wombat (part 1)

Eat Vegetables!

Dog Art: a Dog of the B.O.L. Canvas on Sale

"Dreams in Blue & Orange" by the Dog of the B.O.L. on sale.

theblueorangelion@yahoo.com

the B.O.L. F1 Team Project Comes to a Premature End

Unfortunately we have to admit that our Formula 1 plans came to a premature end. There will be no B.O.L. F1 Team on the grid in 2010. Our main sponsor (a wine producer) pulled out yesterday when his wife was kidnapped by aliens (beings from another world).

More details to follow next month.

B.O.L. F1 Team Reveals its Logo

B.O.L. F1 Team is proud to reveal its logo. We have already submitted our official entry to the FIA & are currently busy hiring staff. The B.O.L.F1.001a chassis will be powered by Renault engines. The identity of our title sponsor cannot yet be revealed but we're working on it. Nelson Piquet is likely to be our Nº1 driver, Mika Salo will be our test and reserve driver.

Scuderia B.O.L. F1 Racing Team

Headquarters: Apartado 542,

Alcobaça, Portugal 2461-901

Spanish GP Song

LYRICS: "Alonsista! Yo soy loco!"