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Baker Street – Gerry Rafferty
A sad song for a long train trip, wind in your hair, and the feeling that you don’t know where you’re going, or where you’re gonna be next day.
I felt this way long time ago, after a short vacation to Sangeorz Bai, one of our favorite getaway spots. I was in my first year of college, and little did I know, it would be my last vacation with this girl I knew from high school. She left on an early train to Cluj, and I was left waiting for my Bucharest train in this small and nondescript little station, Beclean. I had nothing to do to kill the time, but walk the empty streets on a warm spring day, and wonder where I was going, and what to do next. We would see each other again some 20 years later, still beautiful, but much wiser.
Lyrics:
Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head, and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day
You drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold,
Its got so many people but its got no soul
And it’s taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything
You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you’re tryin’, you’re tryin’ now
Another year and then you’d be happy
Just one more year and then you’d be happy
But you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now
Way down the street there’s a light in his place
He opens the door
He’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been
You tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything
He’s got this dream about buyin’ some land
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then he’ll settle down
It’s a quiet little town
And forget about everything
But you know he’ll always keep movin’
You know he’s never gonna stop movin’
‘Cause he’s rollin’
He’s the rolling stone
And when you wake up it’s a new mornin’
The sun is shining it’s a new mornin’
And you’re going, you’re going home
Last Train To London – Electric Light Orchestra
You know, I really am glad the guy missed his last train to London, after all, the night is still young. I also hope that he left in the morning with his girl. What can be nicer than a night of partying until the some comes up. No worries, and no trains to catch, much like New York City on a Friday night. Just kidding. You know what I’m talking about if you’ve seen Penn Station at rush hour.
Lyrics:
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 turning
You were standing there
There was music in the air
I should have been away
But I knew I had to stay
Last train to London, just heading out
Last train to London, just leaving town
But I really want tonight to last forever
I really want to 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 burning
Everybody was there
Everybody to share
It was so right
There you were on your own
Looking like you were the only one around
I had to be with you
Nothing else that I could do
I should have been away
But I knew I had to stay
Last train to London, just heading out
Last train to London, just leaving town
But I really want tonight to last forever
I really want to be with you
Let the music play on down the line tonight
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
Last train to London, just heading out
Last train to London, just leaving town
But I really want tonight to last forever
I really want to be with you
Let the music play on down the line tonight
But I really want tonight to last forever
I really want to be with you
Let the music play on down the line tonight
No Expectations – The Rolling Stones
Not a mainstream Rolling Stones song, but reminds me of the endless hours I’ve spent travelling by train.
I pretty much grown up in a train station, and I take pride in feeding once coal to one of the steam engines that were still in use back then. Those black steamy dragons that you could hear from a mile away puffing their way into the station. You would have been surprised how clean they were inside.
And this is my father in 1977. I found this picture online by chance, but is really him.
Waiting for a train:
Lyrics:
Take me to the station
And put me on a train,
I’ve got no expectations
To pass through here again
Once I was a rich man
Now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life
Have I felt like this before
You’re heart is like a diamond
You throw you’re pearls at swine
And as I watch you leaving me
You pack my peace of mind
Our love was like the water
The splashes on a stone
Our love is like our music
It’s here, and then it’s gone
So take me to the airport
And put me on a plane,
I’ve got no expectations
To pass through here again
Mm mm mm….
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