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JETHRO TULL lyrics - Aqualung

Locomotive Breath

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In the shuffling madess of the locomotive breath, runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping -- steam breaking on his brow -- old Charlie stole the handle and the train won't stop going -- no way to slow down. He sees his children jumping off at the stations -- one by one. His woman and his best friend -- in bed and having fun. He's crawling down the corridor on his hands and knees -- old Charlie stole the handle and the train won't stop going -- no way to slow down. He hears the silence howling -- catches angels as they fall. And the all-time winner has got him by the balls. He picks up Gideons Bible -- open at page one -- old Charlie stole the handle and the train won't stop going -- no way to slow down.

Train To Birmingham

JOHN HIATT "Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns"
I've been riding on this train Drinking whiskey for the pain Another good ol' boy going home And every town I see Seems to take a part of me That's the price that you pay when you roam [Chorus:] Well I cry when I have to And I lie when I can But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham I got holes in both my shoes And a guitar full of blues And a one way ticket for a remedy It's the same ol' lonesome song I've been singing all night long Hey, porter, are we out of Tennessee? [Chorus] Well every year I ride this train To Alabama in the rain When I get that lonesome feelin' in my bones I never get to Birmingham But gettin' there ain't the plan I just like the feel of going home [Chorus]

Train Running Low On Soul Coal

XTC "The Big Express"
Me train running low on soul coal They push+pull tactics are driving me loco They shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Me train running low on dream steam They pull me whistle too hard me bound to scream And they shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Think I'm going south for the winter Think I'm going mad in this hinterland Between young and old I'm a thirty year old puppy doing what I'm told And I'm told there's no more coal For the older engines Me train running low on soul coal Think I'm going south for the winter Think I'm going west and my sprinter's speed Is reduced to a crawl My rails went straight, but straight into the wall It's the wall on which they dash the older engines And all my servants are leaving Imagination gone packing Can't find the wound from where I'm bleeding He's just a nut and he's cracking Hammer goes down Brakes all scream Me and a couple of empty carriages Slide down hill still Next stop bad dreamsville Think I'm going south for the winter Me train running low on soul coal.

Crawling Up A Hill

KATIE MELUA "Call Off The Search"
Every morning 'bout half past eight, my mamma wakes me says 'don't be late', get to the office, tryin' to concentrate, my life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. So I stop one day to figure it out, I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt, to sing the blues that I know about, my life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. Minute after minute, second after second, hour after hour goes by, working for a rich girl, staying just a poor girl, never stop to wonder why. So here I am in London town, a better scene I'm gonna be around, the kind of music that won't bring me down, my life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. Every morning 'bout half past eight, my mamma wakes me says, 'don't be late', I get to the office, tryin' to concentrate, My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. So I stop one day to figure it out, I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt, to sing the blues that I know about, my life is just a slow train crawling up a hill. Minute after minute, second after second, hour after hour goes by, working for a rich girl, staying just a poor girl, never stop to wonder why. So here I am in London town, a better scene I'm gonna be around, the kind of music that won't bring me down, my life is just a slow train... So here I am in London town, a better scene I'm gonna be around, the kind of music that won't bring me down, my life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

Slow Train

BOB DYLAN "Slow Train Coming"
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted Can't help but wonder what's happening to my companions Are they lost or are they found, have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon There's slow, slow train coming up around the bend. I had a woman down in Alabama She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic She said, Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out You could die down here, be just another accident statistic There's slow, slow train coming up around the bend. All that foreign oil controlling American soil Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed Sheiks walking around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris And there's slow, slow train coming up around the bend. Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more You can't rely no more to be standing around waiting In the home of the brave, Jefferson turning over in his grave Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan And there's slow, slow train coming up around the bend. Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency All non-believers and men stealers talking in the name of religion And there's slow, there's slow train coming up around the bend. People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it They say loose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to live it There's slow, slow train coming up around the bend. Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talking boy she could destroy A real suicide case, but there was nothing I could do to stop it I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy But it's sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets There's slow, slow train coming up around the bend.

Railway Station

DISPATCH "Bang Bang"
so all of a sudden I'm facing a raging river that passed me by do I turn around, do I turn my eye to the sun in the apex of the high noon I'm on a flatbed yellow pick up underneath a half moon so cut me some slack jack and jump in the back if you can't handle the candle then you can't handle the wax you're just going to get sacked it's as simple as that but before I know it I'm going down this itty bitty river in a boat a little bigger than a bath tub my bones begin to shiver 'cause I'm aching to deliver this water that I must give her can I get some down by the railway station people moving a new direction take a ticket from who you can drive that train she was a black-tie bomb shell out of Bombay she was easy on the eyes so I had nothing' to say she said take the water to the leprechaun man you got till the bell rings three, do you understand a little piece of me wants to go I don't know turn around what do I do I don't know ding dong ding that's the bell and I know you know I know I don't know you very well but if I did, I would groove and hit the ground running but I don't and I won't so you got another thing coming chorus he kicked up the river with a flick of his wrist I popped him in the kisser 'cause I couldn't resist I said to my side kick I'm up to my high wick and now I'm getting a little homesick but before I know it I'm going down this itty bitty river in a boat a little bigger than a bath tub my bones begin to shiver 'cause I'm aching to deliver this water that I must giver her can I get some chorus ride your train

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