Min favorit DAD- ride y train

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3UyDUYb8FS8

Lyrics: Ride My Train

Hey get out of that tincan you call a car
Coz that old thing wont get you far
Don't take a bus and don't grab a cab
Coz I got a thing that'll drive you mad

C'mon ride my train
C'mon ride my train

I'm a railroad man I got a coal tan
And I work all day with the railroad gang
A number of trips makes the company pay
The number of bucks I earn a day

C'mon ride my train
C'mon ride my train
C'mon ride my train

C'm on babe I'll blow your brains
All I want you to do is to ride my traiiin

C'mon ride my train
C'mon ride my train
C'mon ride my train

U know the girls go crazy boys get a pain
Just because I ride this big black train
Don't know if u like it I'm sure gonna ride it
And if the boys don't like it
I just tell 'em to:

Ride my train
C'mon ride my train
C'mon ride my train
C'mon ride my train
C'mon ride my train
C'mon ride my train

Okay - men her er så mit bud på fredagsunderholdning:

Artist: Electric Light Orchestra (ELO)
Song Title: Last Train To London
Visits: 81
Print Version

It was 9-29,9-29 back street big city.
The sun was going' down,there was music all around
It felt so right.

It was one of those nights,one of those nights when
you feel the world stop turnin',you were standing
There,there was music in the air.I should have been
Away,but I knew I'd have to stay.

CHORUS

Last train to London,just headin' out,
Last train to London,just leavin' town.
But I really want tonight to last forever
I really wanna be with you.
Let the music play on down the line tonight.

It was one of those nights,one of those nights when
You feel the fire is burnin',everybody was there,
Everybody to share,it felt so right.

There you were on your own,lookin' like you were
The only one around,I had to be with you,
Nothin' else that I could do,
I should have been away,but I knew I'd have to say.

Repeat Chorus

Underneath a starry sky,time was still but hours
Must really have rushed by,I didn't realize
But love was in your eyes I really should have
Gone,but love went on and on...

mvh
Chr

Ej at glemme Ozzy med crazy train :)

Nu skal man jo nok passe gevaldig på, når man bevæger sig ud i "synes-at-disciplinen" i stedet for at holde sig til "det-kan-videnskabeligt-bevises-at-disciplinen".

Men Tommy har jo slået gækken løs. Det er fredag nat og emnet er bestemt ikke uinteressant. Og i sådan en stille nattestund (jeg noterer mig kun 2 registrerede brugere og 29 gæster) kan man måske slippe af sted med at lufte nogle personlige holdninger/oplevelser/opfattelser uden at udløse et sandt bombardement af modsigelser.

Jeg skal ikke gøre mig al for klog på høresans kontra lugtesans. Men der er vistnok et eller andet med at lugte går direkte op i reptilhjernen uden om alt muligt andet. Men på andenpladsen må - efter min subjektive mening - komme "lyde" - in casu musik - in casu popmelodier - in casu "hits" - in casu hits med et årstal klistret på sig.

Min hypotese er, at mange mennesker forbinder en bestemt melodi med en bestemt oplevelse eller "periode" eller social/sociale relation(er) i deres liv. Sådan har jeg det i hvert fald og rigtig mange mennesker i min omgangskreds giver udtryk for det samme.

Da vi alle har oplevet forskellige ting i vores liv, har vi sandsynligvis også alle forskellige "jernbanemelodier" kørende som "lydtapeter", når vi tænker tilbage på forskellige oplevelser i vores liv. Hvis det altså er "jernbane", vi taler om.

Min oplevelse i denne forbindelse

- og her skal det indskydes, at jeg har mange oplevelser af kombinationen jernbane/hit-liste-musik, idet jeg de første 10 år af min ansættelse ved DSB som "discjockey" fredag-lørdag bevægede mig på kanten af Tjenestemandslovens § 10, sidste led

- er følgende: En sensommernat i 1977 i en alder af kun 18½ år, var jeg på vej fra Ringkøbing til Aalborg ("hun ville ikke ha' mig") og slog et smut om Bjerringbro for at se, om der skulle ligge en herreløs tjenestekøreplan og flyde i en nedlagt kolonnehytte. Jeg "angreb" stationen i bil fra øst. (Langt udefra). Og mens jeg kom trillende fra øst mod vest på nordsiden af banen i mit rustne Volvo PV 444, årgang 1957 og med midtersprodse i forruden, kom der pludselig en Nohab fra vest mod øst med en sådan kraft, at jeg simpelthen måtte "slukke" for både lys og bil.

Og mens denne "mastodont" af en MX/MY buldrede mod Langå 2½ meter fra mit venstre øre, fortsatte min 6 volts kassettebåndoptager, som var presset ned mellem forsæderne i bilen, med at spille

"Outside they're ringin'.
The night train is bringin' me home.
When you hear that locomotion get ready to ride,
'Cause it's almost Saturday night!"

http://www.123video.nl/playvideos.asp?MovieID=387040

Med venlig hilsen

Thomas Boberg Nielsen

Steam Is Up

Boxcars, signals, switching engines - Coal piles and a hundred tracks
Visiting that big ‘ol roundhouse - Sunlight seeping through the cracks

Climb the ladder of an engine - Grandpa’s close behind me warning
“Look out kid and don’t you wander by yourself this busy mornin”

Turn the regulator handle - Ring the bell, release the brakes
Eyes light up like christmas candles - What an awesome noise it makes

And rolling out into the sunshine - For a day out on the main line
This must be as glorious as it gets

Towns and trees are left behind us - Steam is up we’re down the road
Speeding past the green spring willows - And a couple in a boat

And Grandpa’s smiling out the window - Grabs the whistle cord to blow
I am shov’ling coal so eager - Pressure’s up, look at her go

And rolling out the road in sunshine - What a day here down the main line
This must be as glorious as it gets

Looking back it’s such a long time - Like this dream that I once had
Grandpa’s gone for decades now and - I am feeling somewhat sad

But sun is shining through my window - Waking up and looking out
Should I stroll down by the railroad - It is springtime, not a cloud

I’ll Leave my jacket in the closet - Have a cold drink from the faucet
Hang on to the dreams that I hold dear

When I grow old I’ll be an engineer.

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Hvis ingen har set eller hørt denne her før, er det fordi det er min egen. Den er mere eller mindre skrevet på det indtryk jeg husker jeg fik, da jeg som meget lille knægt spurgte min mor hvad min farfar lavede, og fik svaret at "farfar arbejder ved banen". Han viste sig senere, at være elektriker på remisen i Århus, men det gjorde det bestemt ikke mindre spændende at få lov at komme med ham på arbejde fra tid til anden

Her er et link til en lille live-performance af sangen på YouTube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qhHzd0RryI