Train True (Lennie's Song) Lyrics
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Album | The Symbol Remains(2020) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Hard Rock |
Labels | Frontiers Records |
Album rating : 80 / 100
Votes : 1
Votes : 1
7. Train True (Lennie's Song) (3:57)
Well, I was standing on the train tracks on a midnight blue trying to remember where I left my shoes and in a natural way, my thoughts returned to you
So I walked into a honky tonk jukebox saloon to reflect on my losses and rock to some tunes
I thought it all through then I figured out what to do
I'd start working for the train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten deeten-do dangy-do
Feedle-otten deeten-do ding-train-true
I started working for the train when I was looking for you
Sprung from the ward
Steel brainpan, pity pity
Looked you up in Freehold for a face that I could trust
The foreman said you'd left out in some kind of a state He pointed at the office it was already late
I smoothed down my hair and went to talk to the boss He was weary, short-tempered and had one eye on the clock
He said I had just seconds to make my case I put one hand on his shoulder
And stuck the other in his face
And I said:
"Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static."
He said, "Son, I don't think you have much of a brain." I said, "You've got to have a brain when you're working for the train."
It's a long run to Trenton when you start about five Some folks are tired and hungry some are barely alive
But when that engine starts pumping those familiar tones I don't care where the train is going cause I'm already home
I spent a long year
Dancing up and down that aisle
Pestering my savior just to
Let me see your smile
The salesman was drunk
My training shot to the fore
I put my shoulder in his gut
And knocked his samples on the floor
And I said:
"Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static."
He said, "Sir, I don't think you've got much of a brain." I said, "You've got to have a brain when you're working for the train."
The Princeton Junction depot
Is straight known to be staid
They wear hound's-tooth and khaki
Most have already paid
I looked under my visor my heart stopped like it got froze lipstick like a sixties Vette and polish on your toes
You had half of a smile watching me shakin' like a hound as triumph seized my body missing love had been found
And I said:
"Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static.
She said some folks say
You don't have much of a brain."
But You've got to have a brain
Cause you're working for the train."
Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten deeten-do dangy-do
Feedle-otten deeten-do ding-train-true
I started working for the train when I was looking for you
I whooped and called "Metuchen"
As I stepped through the door I put my hands around your hips and kissed you then and ever more
And I said:
"Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static.
She said some folks say
You don't have much of a brain."
But You've got to have a brain
Cause you're working for the train."
Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten deeten-do dangy-do
Feedle-otten deeten-do ding-train-true
I started working for the train when I was looking for you
Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten deeten-do dangy-do
Feedle-otten deeten-do ding-train-true
I started working for the train and now I've finally found you
I've finally found you
I've finally found you
I've finally found you
So I walked into a honky tonk jukebox saloon to reflect on my losses and rock to some tunes
I thought it all through then I figured out what to do
I'd start working for the train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten deeten-do dangy-do
Feedle-otten deeten-do ding-train-true
I started working for the train when I was looking for you
Sprung from the ward
Steel brainpan, pity pity
Looked you up in Freehold for a face that I could trust
The foreman said you'd left out in some kind of a state He pointed at the office it was already late
I smoothed down my hair and went to talk to the boss He was weary, short-tempered and had one eye on the clock
He said I had just seconds to make my case I put one hand on his shoulder
And stuck the other in his face
And I said:
"Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static."
He said, "Son, I don't think you have much of a brain." I said, "You've got to have a brain when you're working for the train."
It's a long run to Trenton when you start about five Some folks are tired and hungry some are barely alive
But when that engine starts pumping those familiar tones I don't care where the train is going cause I'm already home
I spent a long year
Dancing up and down that aisle
Pestering my savior just to
Let me see your smile
The salesman was drunk
My training shot to the fore
I put my shoulder in his gut
And knocked his samples on the floor
And I said:
"Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static."
He said, "Sir, I don't think you've got much of a brain." I said, "You've got to have a brain when you're working for the train."
The Princeton Junction depot
Is straight known to be staid
They wear hound's-tooth and khaki
Most have already paid
I looked under my visor my heart stopped like it got froze lipstick like a sixties Vette and polish on your toes
You had half of a smile watching me shakin' like a hound as triumph seized my body missing love had been found
And I said:
"Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static.
She said some folks say
You don't have much of a brain."
But You've got to have a brain
Cause you're working for the train."
Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten deeten-do dangy-do
Feedle-otten deeten-do ding-train-true
I started working for the train when I was looking for you
I whooped and called "Metuchen"
As I stepped through the door I put my hands around your hips and kissed you then and ever more
And I said:
"Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static.
She said some folks say
You don't have much of a brain."
But You've got to have a brain
Cause you're working for the train."
Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten deeten-do dangy-do
Feedle-otten deeten-do ding-train-true
I started working for the train when I was looking for you
Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten deeten-do dangy-do
Feedle-otten deeten-do ding-train-true
I started working for the train and now I've finally found you
I've finally found you
I've finally found you
I've finally found you
The Symbol Remains - Lyrics
1. That Was Me Lyrics | 2. Box in My Head Lyrics |
3. Tainted Blood Lyrics | 4. Nightmare Epiphany Lyrics |
5. Edge of the World Lyrics | 6. The Machine Lyrics |
▶ 7. Train True (Lennie's Song) Lyrics | 8. The Return of St. Cecilia Lyrics |
9. Stand and Fight Lyrics | 10. Florida Man Lyrics |
11. The Alchemist Lyrics | 12. Secret Road Lyrics |
13. There's a Crime Lyrics | 14. Fight Lyrics |
The Symbol Remains - Album Credits
Members
- Eric Bloom : Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards
- Buck Dharma : Lead Guitar, Vocals
- Richie Castellano : Keyboards, Rhythm Guitar, Backing Vocals
- Danny Miranda : Bass, Backing Vocals
- Jules Radino : Drums, Percussion
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