Welcome to the eleventh album in the Sir Vent's music and movies adventure series. This collection focuses on self & social discovery.
Start. This is the place to begin. Start. This is the time to do it. Why spend so much time thinking about it with your head? Don't you think it's time we start to think from the heart? And, stop with all the war... just say no more?
Yes. Start! ... to think from the heart.
All aboard! Haven't ya heard?
The train's getting ready to pull out,
You'd better listen to the shout,
All aboard!
I'd better jump on this bandwagon,
And, then brother... hang on!
Cause it won't be long,
Till we're an object in motion.
All aboard. This train is pulling out,
Do you hear the conductor's word?
No time to figure... what it's all about,
All aboard!
Gaining speed,
And, gaining mass,
May need to plead,
Whoa! Not so fast.
It seemed the right thought,
At the time,
Everyone else was doing it.
I figured I'd make it mine.
Gaining speed,
And, gaining mass,
May need to plead,
Whoa! Not so fast.
Hey! What if it's found,
That our route isn't sound?
Can we turn this thing around,
Or, at least slow it down?
Gaining speed,
And, gaining mass,
May need to plead,
Whoa! Not so fast.
Are we careening out of control?
All I see are blurred objects going past,
God bless my soul.
The clickity-clack is going to fast.
Do I need to say MAYDAY?!?!?
Must I confess S.O.S.?!?!?!
I wonder who's driving this darn thing,
If we weren't moving so fast,
I might just jump off.
I wonder if I should do something,
If I hope to last,
I'd better take off.
Yeah, I wonder who is in control,
I must be some kind of fool,
Relinquishing my life's goal.
Who is driving this train?
I sure hope that he's sane.
Who is driving this train?
Does he even have a brain?
Why won't I take responsibility,
For the things that I do?
Why do I look for an entity...
Someone like you?
Well, on a train, I met a dame,
She was rather handsome, we kind looked the same
She was pretty, from New York City
I'm walkin' down that old fair lane,
I'm in heat, I'm in love,
But I just couldn't tell her so
I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
With a "heave!", and a "ho!"
But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no
Well, get along, sweet little woman get along
On your way, get along, sweet little woman get along
On your way,
I'm in heat, I'm in love,
But I just couldn't tell her
Well, we made a stop in Albequerque
She must'a thought I was a real cool jerk
Got off the train, and put her hands up
Lookin' so good I couldn't let her go
But I just couldn't tell her so
I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
I'm in heat, I'm in love,
But I just couldn't tell her
What are we doing,
What are we pursuing?
Is it worth the risk,
Do we even know,
What it is?
Where are we going,
Will we still be standing?
Do we know the goal,
Is the answer no?
Hefty toll.
What is are objective,
What do we hope to achieve,
What is your directive,
What shall we all believe?
If it's just to make it through the day,
We'd better find a better way.
If it is to merely get by,
Why?
Wait! Conductor, I think I missed my stop.
Wait! Mr. Conductor, I gotta vacate,
No time to go over it from the top,
I hope I'm not too late?
Wait! Mr. Conductor,
Can you please slow down.
Wait! Mr. Conductor,
I can't hang 'round...
Wait! Conductor, stop the orchestra.
Wait! I know... interruptions you hate.
But, believe me when I tell ya,
It might be toooo late.
Wait! Mr. Conductor,
Can you please slow down.
Wait! Mr. Conductor,
I can't hang 'round...
In the shuffling madness
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 Gideon's Bible --
open at page one --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
What the heck are we headin' for?
Will anyone of us endure?
Please, oh please tell me what's in store,
Cuz I ain't sure if I can handle much more.
Are we headed due south?
Are we going down?
It's affecting my mental health,
I'm not sure if I can stick around.
What the heck are we fightin' for?
Will anyone of us endure?
Please, oh please tell me what's in store,
Cuz I ain't sure if I can handle much more.
Are we headed due south?
Are we going down?
It's affecting my mental health,
I'm not sure if I can stick around.
What the heck are we waitin' for?
Will anyone of us endure?
Please, oh please tell me what's in store,
Cuz I ain't sure if I can handle much more.
Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I've listened to preachers
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role
Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words
Yeh-h
Heirs of a cold war
That's what we've become
Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I'm living with something that just isn't fair
Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
Anywho... did we figure out where we're going, yet?
Is that it?
Please don't quit!
Is that all the time,
That's mine?
Is it... the end of the line?
The end of the line,
Out of time,
The end of the line,
What'll I leave behind?
The end of the line,
Out of time,
The end of the line,
Oh, fine, fine, fine.
The end of the line,
Out of time,
The end of the line,
Pray fo' intervention divine.
I suppose the game of life,
Is non-cooperative,
If I'm just looking for strife,
I'll only take...
And, forget how to give.
The Golden Rule's Social Justification:
The balancing of the human condition,
The Golden Rule's Social Justification:
May be resulting in our eradication?
If...
"the best responses,
Of all players,
Are in accordance
With each other."
Then...
Ohhh, (Sister n') Brother:
I hate to burst your bubble,
But, we're in trouble.
Why be a naysayer,
Why take the chance,
... or chances?
Hanging in the scales of justice,
Is a must for us,
Which way will we let it tip,
Or, will our grasp just slip?
Let's make responsibility,
A reality?
Can we start to:
Sympathize... realize... synergize?
Or, is it toooooo late?
Oooooh... why did we wait?
Are we already there,
With a noticeable tear,
A flaw in the social fabric,
Ya know?
Quick!
To the 2nd's rack we go!
All words and music by KingArthur.com's, Sir Vent, except as indicated with an *. Train Kept A Rollin' written by T. Bradshaw, L. Mann, & H. Kay. Locomotive Breath written by Ian Anderson. Crazy Train written by Ozzy Osbourne, Randy Rhoads and Bob Daisle.
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