A bicycle saddle, often called a seat, is one of three contact points on an upright bicycle, the others being the pedals and the handlebars. The bicycle saddle has been known as such since the bicycle evolved from the draisine, a forerunner of the bicycle. It performs a similar role as a horse's saddle, not bearing all the weight of the rider as the other contact points also take some of the load.
A bicycle saddle is commonly attached to the seatpost and the height of the saddle can usually be adjusted by the seatpost telescoping in and out of the seat tube.
Typical saddles are composed of a few identifiable components.
The shell creates the shape of the saddle. The nose of the saddle is the forward most part. It is usually rounded. The shell can be made from several materials.
Most modern saddles have a hard shell made from a moulded piece of plastic, such as nylon. Carbon fiber may also be used.
Leather saddles do not have a hard shell. Instead a moulded piece of thick leather is stretched, like a taut hammock, between the front and rear ends of the rails. Traditional leather saddles such as those made by Brooks have been used for many years. Such a saddle is generally more comfortable after a break-in period during which it conforms to the shape of the rider, so long as the basic shape is right to start with.
Fade away
So you don’t make a scene
close your mouth and try keeping it closed forever
Afraid of what you are
Afraid of how you
Learn to close your mouth and try keeping it closed forever
If you had the mind to just check out
Its something better that nothing
I’m not the type to scream and shout
(yeah)
Pain
In pains me just to see you with
rather be lost in a river without you
Pain, pain, pain.
You made your point
You don’t know what to say
close your mouth and try keeping it closed forever
You never come so close
You never got this far
You close your mouth and try keeping it closed forever
If you had the mind to just check out
Its something better that nothing
I’m not the type to scream and shout
(yeah)
Pain
In pains me just to see you with
rather be lost in a river without you
Pain, pain, pain.
shamed of what you are and what you been
It must be hard living tired in your shoes
Shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
So cry bad day
Grey clouds, black haze
So sure the sun could collapse your ways
So cry bad day
(So cry bad day)
So cry bad day
(So cry bad day)
Pain
In pains me just to see you with
rather be lost in a river without you
Pain, pain, pain.
shamed of what you are and what you been
It must be hard living tired in your shoes
Shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
Pain