That Iron Lady
A proud, regal, majestic and elegant machine,
She's a magnificent sight, this metal powered dream
Pulsating over hundreds of miles of railway track,
Never once to be found, ever looking back,
Onward with a purpose, watch how she races,
Visiting destinations, in so many far off places,
Pushing on, with such vigorous determination,
Giving not one thought, or one moment's hesitation,
Dedicated loyal service, she's an engine so supreme,
That romantic iron lady, from the golden age of steam.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Engine Of The Soul
Build me an engine -lady of my dream,
Let it be powered by eternal steam.
May patience be your tool of design,
Planning completeness with a cunning mind.
To drive the pistons of a soul's production,
We need fire with extreme combustion.
This fire from the fervor of powerful prayer
Will create the steam with warmth to spare.
The engine comes to life with a blast and a toot,
And begins to harvest the spiritual fruit.
Run on my soul, with speed aplenty;
For the harvest is rich and the prayers are many.
poem by Albert Price
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Steam Dreams
In this day of electric and diesel, very rarely is seen,
A shining locomotive, which is powered by steam.
Back in the days, when my parents were born,
The sight of a steam train was quite the norm.
Whenever a steam train catches my eye,
I stand, watching in awe, as it passes by.
‘Oh wow! Look! ’ I say, as I point a finger,
And the memory of it in my mind will linger.
Steam trains will never completely die out,
As, thankfully, there’s still quite a few about.
About a steam train, there’s something really quite dramatic.
And at the chance of riding on one, people are often ecstatic.
I remember seeing The Flying Scotsman at Salisbury station,
And I stood there marvelling at it with such great admiration.
The engine and all of its carriages just looked so smart.
The sight of such a train, never fails to quicken the heart.
Steam trains are so very elegant in their style.
To spot one, enthusiasts will travel many a mile.
It strange to think that years ago, they were all the rage,
When, they are such a very rare sight, in this day and age.
The sight of the world famous Orient Express,
Is one which will never ever fail to impress.
Through the windows, you can see the plush seats,
Where excited passengers will sit down and eat.
On board, the historic carriages of brown and cream,
They serve expensive champagne and gourmet cuisine.
Sat in a world of pure indulgence, passengers glide,
Through the green and pleasant British countryside.
The carriages have all been restored to their former glory;
If they could talk, I’m sure they could all share quite a story.
The carriages have been described as ‘palaces on wheels’,
And I would really love to know just how that feels.
Still being a very rare sight in these modern times,
I fancy taking a trip on a steam train, to sit and dine.
I guess you would have to pay quite a princely sum,
But I think it would be worth it, just to travel on one.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Steam Engine
Lead vocal: micky dolenz
Produced by: chip douglas
Mr. engineer, slow the engine down some more.
Youre movin just a little too fast,
Ive got my foot down clear to the floor.
Steam engine, engine 99
Steam drivers, rollin right on by.
Mr. engineer, you see Ive got a little problem here.
My baby, shes aboard your train,
She says shes never comin back again.
Steam engine, engine 99
Steam drivers, rollin right on by.
She told me good bye, she said Im leavin you behind.
I think Im gonna die, if I hear that whistle whine.
Mr. engineer, slow the engine down some more.
Youre movin movin just a little too fast,
Ive got my foot down clear to the floor.
Steam engine, engine 99
Steam drivers, rollin right on by.
(steam engines)gotta keep on keep on rollin.
(steam engines)shes gonna leave me behind.
(steam engines)i might as well go home.
(steam engines)shes gonna leave me behind.
(steam engines)i might as well go home.
song performed by by Monkees
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Rumblin' Ramblin'
I hear the train a-calling me,
I hear the engine and the steam.
You know there's only one person leaving, and that's me.
I need to find a new world,
With all the riches and the girls,
You know they say that I'm a ramblin' man, that's me.
Rumblin' ramblin' down that mountain,
Railroad track, I'm never coming back,
There ain't enough places in the world for a ramblin' man.
I'm walking through the windy beach,
Now I can feel a chilly breeze,
You know Sweden or Mexico looks good to me.
The captain shouted 'All aboard',
And now I'm looking to the port,
You know where that captain's sailing to suits me.
Rumblin' ramblin' down that mountain,
Railroad track, I'm never coming back,
There ain't enough places in the world for a ramblin' man.
Rumblin' ramblin' down that mountain,
Railroad track, I'm never coming back,
There ain't enough places in the world for a ramblin' man.
song performed by by Zutons
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Last Of The Steam-powered Trains
Like the last of the good ol puffer trains,
Im the last of the blood and sweat brigade,
And I dont know where Im going, or why I came.
Im the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.
Im the last of the good old renegades.
All my friends are all middle class and grey,
But I live in a museum, so Im okay.
Im the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.
Like the last of the good ol choo-choo trains,
Huff and puff till I blow this world away,
And Im gonna keep on rollin till my dying day.
Im the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.
Like the last of the good ol puffer trains,
Im the last of the soot and scum[? ] brigade,
And all this peaceful living is drivin me insane.
Im the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.
Im the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.
song performed by by Kinks
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Quiet Steam
Released as b-side of digging in the dirt single, 1992.
Stand back
Stand back
What are those dogs doing, sniffing at my feet
Theyre onto something, pickin up, pickin up
This heat
This heat
Give me steam
How you feel can make it real
Get a life with this dreamers dream
Oh, give me steam
Real as anything you see
Get a life in this dreamers dream
You know your culture from your trash
You know your plastic from your cash
When I lose sight of the track
You know the way back
But I know you
You know your stripper from your paint
You know your sinner from your saint
Whenever heavens doors are shut
You get them open, but
I know you
Give me steam
And how you feel can make it real
Get a life in this dreamers dream
Oh, give me steam
Real as anything you see
Get a life in this dreamers dream
You know your green from your red
You know the quick from the dead
So much better than the rest
You think youve been blessed
But I know you
You know your ladder from your snake
You know the throttle from the brake
You know your straight line from the curve
Youve got a lot of nerve
But I know you
Give me steam
And how you feel can make it real
Get a life in this dreamers dream
Oh, give me steam
Real as any place youve been
Get a life with this dreamers dream
Oh yeah, I need steam
Feel your steam around me
Turning up the heat
I start to dream aloud
You move my hands and feet
Wont you step into this cloud
Of steam
This steam
Give me steam
How you feel can make it real
Real as anything youve seen
Get a life with this dreamers dream
Give me steam
How you feel can make it so real
Get a life in this dreamers dream
Help me yeah
Comin alive
In your steam
Comin alive
In your steam
Comin alive
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Cooking Recalls The Past
The steam is hissing from the spout
As the pressure cooker pushes it out
Takes my back to my childhood past
As great steam engines go flying past
Huffing and puffing plumes of smoke
You cough and splutter it makes you choke
The ground it shakes under foot
As you hear that high pitched toot
Traveling along its metal road
Its boiler bubbling to near explode
As it carries its heavy load
Driver on his footplate stood
Face covered in oil and with soot
Proud was he as was his dad
For an engine driver he was glad
Timer rings cooking done
Brings me back form times of childhood fun
25 10 10
Chellaston
poem by Jim O'Donnell
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Steam
Stand back!
said stand back!
What are those dogs doing sniffing at my feet?
Theyre on to something, picking up
Picking up this heat, this heat
{chorus 1:}
Give me steam
And how you feel can make it real
Real as anything youve seen
Get a life with the dreamers dream
You know your culture from your trash
You know your plastic from your cash
When I lose sight of the track
You know the way back
But I know you
You know your stripper from your paint
You know your sinner from your saint
Whenever heavens doors are shut
You kick them open, but
I know you
{chorus 2:}
Give me steam
And how you feel can make it real
Real as any place youve been
Get a life with the dreamers dream
Stand back!
said stand back!
Cant you see Ive lost control? Im getting indiscreet
Youre moving in so close til Im picking up
Picking up this heat, this heat
[chorus 1]
You know your green from your red
You know the quick from the dead
So much better than the rest
You think youve been blessed
But I know you
You know your leather from your snake
You know the throttle from the brake
You know your straight line from a curve
Youve got a lot of nerve
But I know you
[chorus 2]
Everybody nosedive
Hold your breath, count to five
Backslap, boobytrap
Cover it up in bubblewrap
Room shake, earthquake
Find a way to stay awake
Its gonna blow, its gonna break
This is more than I can take
Oh yeah, I need steam
Feel the steam around me
Ah youre turning up the heat
When I start to dream aloud
til youre movin hands and feet
Wont you step into this cloud of steam
This steam
[chorus 1]
Help me yeah
Ready to steam out the log jam
Stir crazy from the freezer to the boil
Waters bubbling, its b..b..b..bubbling
Bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling
Life is coming to the boil
Gimme steam, lady
Gimme the steam around me now
On a high, coming alive
said gimme some steam!
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Raising Steam
Over high plains, through the snow...
Roll those tracks out, dont you know
Im raising steam.
Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow...
Spill a little where the new towns grow.
I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
Heading out into that wide world wide.
You got your locomotive sitting on your track
And I dont care which way I ride.
I may not be coming back.
Left a lady with a heart
All in pieces come apart
Raising steam.
That engine up front must
Have a heart big enough for the both of us.
Riding shotgun on the sunset, stare it in the eye,
Rocking on my heels out to the west.
Funny how the whole world, historically,
Feels the urge to chase the sun to rest.
We may not be coming back.
Let me be your engineer...
Have you smiling ear to ear
Raising steam.
And will you tell me how it feels
When youre up and rolling on your driving wheels?
I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
Heading out into that wide world wide.
Ill be your locomotive blowing off its stack
And I dont care which way I ride.
I may not be coming back.
Raising steam.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Million Miles Away
Friday night, Id just got back
I had my eyes shut, was dreaming about the past
I thought about you while the radio played
Should have got loaded but for some reason I stayed
I started drifting to a different place
I realized I was falling off the face of the world
And there was nothing there to bring us back
cause youre a million miles away
A million miles away
And theres nothing there to bring us back today
Todayoh no
I took a ride and I went downtown
The streets were empty, there was no one around
I went to places that we used to go
Seen all the places that we used to know
Im at the wrong end of the looking glass
Im trying to hold on to the hands of the past and you
And theres nothing there to bring us back
cause youre a million miles away
A million miles away
And theres nothing there to bring us back today
Todayoh no
cause youre million miles away
A million miles away
Just a million miles away
A million miles away
And theres nothing there to bring us back today
Todayayayoh no
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Put Your Foot On the Pedal
No ember that you've struck...
Could heat up a fire burning out.
And no engine that is cool...
Should keep ready,
For a driver who ain't behind the wheel.
Or thinking that a boost,
Is not needed to get started.
You gotta give up,
Mo' steam.
And get up offa that...
Low self-esteem.
You gotta give up,
Mo' steam.
And get up offa that,
Low self-esteem.
Put your foot on the pedal,
And steer me to all your needs.
Put your foot on the pedal.
Put the pedal to the metal.
Put your foot on the pedal,
And steer me to all your needs.
Put your foot on the pedal.
Put the pedal to the metal.
Put that pedal to the metal,
If you wanna get with me.
Put your foot on the pedal.
Put that pedal to the metal.
Put your foot on the pedal,
And steer me to all your needs.
Put your foot on the pedal.
Put the pedal to the metal.
No ember that you've struck...
Could heat up a fire burning out.
And no engine that is cool...
Should keep ready,
For a driver who ain't behind the wheel.
Or thinking that a boost,
Is not needed to get started.
You gotta give up,
Mo' steam.
And get up offa that...
Low self-esteem.
You gotta give up,
Mo' steam.
And get up offa that,
Low self-esteem.
Put that pedal to the metal,
If you wanna get with me.
Put your foot on the pedal.
Put that pedal to the metal.
Put that pedal to the metal,
If you wanna get with me.
Put your foot on the pedal.
Put that pedal to the metal.
If you wanna get with me.
You gotta pedal to the metal.
Put your foot on the pedal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Machine Gun Kelly
Ill tell you bout machine gun kelly
He rode along the outlaw trail
Machine gun kelly was a simple man
But the woman was as hard as hell
(chorus)
Watch out machine gun
Dont let her run you round
Dont let a woman put you six feet in the ground
Machine gun
Ill tell you bout katherine kelly
Tired of being such small time
Figured theyd kidnap a rich mans son
And make it in the world of crime
- chorus -
Youd better watch out machine gun kelly
Careful of what you do now
If you keep listening to your old lady
Aint no telling whatll happen to you now
Machine gun
The government boys they came for machine gun
And took the poor boy away
They stuck him in a hole in leavenworth prison
Where he lived until his dying day
Watch out machine gun
Dont let her put you down
Dont let a woman make you out to be a clown
Machine gun
Watch out machine gun
song performed by by James Taylor
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Sunshine
FOR A VERY LITTLE GIRL, NOT A YEAR OLD.
CATHARINE FRAZEE WAKEFIELD.
The sun gives not directly
The coal, the diamond crown;
Not in a special basket
Are these from Heaven let down.
The sun gives not directly
The plough, man's iron friend;
Not by a path or stairway
Do tools from Heaven descend.
Yet sunshine fashions all things
That cut or burn or fly;
And corn that seems upon the earth
Is made in the hot sky.
The gravel of the roadbed,
The metal of the gun,
The engine of the airship
Trace somehow from the sun.
And so your soul, my lady—
(Mere sunshine, nothing more)—
Prepares me the contraptions
I work with or adore.
Within me cornfields rustle,
Niagaras roar their way,
Vast thunderstorms and rainbows
Are in my thought to-day.
Ten thousand anvils sound there
By forges flaming white,
And many books I read there,
And many books I write;
And freedom's bells are ringing,
And bird-choirs chant and fly—
The whole world works in me to-day
And all the shining sky,
Because of one small lady
Whose smile is my chief sun.
She gives not any gift to me
Yet all gifts, giving one. . . .
Amen.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Better Watch Your Back
Oh, living the life of a madmans wife, has got to be unreal
cause shes got to hold on to ground control
While jack does what he feels
Well he stays away, and then he comes home
And he never knows where hes been
Jack blasts downtown then hes over the line,
And then hes a kid again
Jack said its hard living in a dream, and its hard
Always giving in to me
*his wife saw jack in a crowd of boys and he was talking against
The man
She saw the guys getting dangerous eyes, and she knew it
Was never or then
So she ran on back an d said to jack jack, jack I wouldnt do that,
If youre gonna continue to give your opinion, youd better
Watch your back
Oh, jack said youd better watch your back
Said youd better watch your back
Said youd better watch your back
*said youd better watch your back, oh, jack
Had knock down dream, then he saw the man.
And thought hed save the day
Jack gave roar, made for the door, hed go to church and pray
Say jackie, religion and you, aint mixed well in the past
Remember when you smashed your fist on the eucharist,
Threw up in high mass?
Its hard always giving in to me
* repeat*
Oh, jack youd better watch your back, oh, jack, oh jack,
Oh, jack........
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Golden Lady
Looking in your eyes
Kind of heaven eyes
Closing both my eyes
Waiting for surprise
To see the heaven in your eyes is not so far
Cause Im not afraid to try and go it
To know the love and the beauty never known before
Ill leave it up to you to show it
And golden lady, golden lady
Id like to go there
Golden lady, golden lady
Id like to go there
Take me right away
Looking at your hands
Hands can understand
Waiting for the chance
Just to hold your hand
A touch of rain and sunshine made the flower grow
Into a lovely smile thats blooming
And its so clear to me that youre a dream come true
Theres no way that Ill be losing
And golden lady, golden lady
Id like to go there
Golden lady, golden lady
Id like to go there
Take me right away
A touch of rain and sunshine made the flower grow
Into a lovely smile thats blooming
And its so clear to me that your my dream come true
There is no way that Ill be losing
Golden lady, golden lady
Id like to go there
Golden lady, golden lady
Id like to go there
Repeat and fade
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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I Am A Machine
I am a machine to cause my stagnation
I am an engine to operate on activation
you are a noise of chords in train station,
or my controls of a same contemplation.
I am a machine to adjust to adoptation,
I am programmed to refuse an alteration,
you are a script, a demand of abnegation,
you are a letter in my dream of alienation.
I am a machine, you invoke my obligation,
I am a robot to quantitate approximation,
you are a machine to amount navigation,
You are an antenna to examine caligation.
I am programmed to refuse an alteration,
I am an engine to operate on activation
you are a noise of chords in train station,
you are a letter in my dream of alienation.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Myself with you.
You cannot stop this engine
From running
Fed as it is with the nuclear energy
Of self-determination
You cannot block this again with
Any call for kindness your face of sobriety & propriety
Sustained as it is with the pride
Of its sufficiency, this engine of life
Away from human drama this engine
Of love and belief of self
Plunges into an eternal destination
Or damnation, or whatever
This engine must go, on and on
Unstoppable unconquered unhindered
This engine I call
Myself with you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Myself with you.
You cannot stop this engine
From running
Fed as it is with the nuclear energy
Of self-determination
You cannot block this again with
Any call for kindness your face of sobriety & propriety
Sustained as it is with the pride
Of its sufficiency, this engine of life
Away from human drama this engine
Of love and belief of self
Plunges into an eternal destination
Or damnation, or whatever
This engine must go, on and on
Unstoppable unconquered unhindered
This engine I call
Myself with you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dreams Out of the Blue
Blue acedia creates a deep longing
a longing to see, a longing to be,
In a completely different light
as distinct as day from night,
as blue from black,
a way to perceive life's dreams
that has no need to ever gaze back.
The purest view
only found in 'all things made new'.
DREAM.
I stand alone in the vast wide open
Underneath the most beautific blue sky.......
At a crossroad of dirt lane and iron track
Keenly I watch as a slow moving train creeps by,
I on the warm earth trail
It on a cold steel rail,
I with vision to view all that is alive
It with a single blind iron eye,
I at liberty to move anywhere about,
It forever attached to a mundane, routine route.......
It moves abjectly, like a corpse thrown in a rill,
I follow the song of my soul, the pace of my own free will.
- There seems a deep necessity out here,
The need of empty places,
To lose the blues, and find grace abundant
In gifts, glimpses and traces -
DREAM.
I dream I am inside my mind.
I stand here alone,
Feeling the wind of deep thought
All around me forever blown;
It is an endless, treeless praire-
A deep blue sky
Flows illusory about me.
From very far above
Radiant sunlight pours down a glorious glow,
Giving golden grass reason to dance
In giddy gladness below.
Immobile, and silent, I observe -with utter awareness-
Extrordinary ideas like tumbleweeds in a whirlwind whisping by;
They leave indiscriminate flashes of fire
To burn ontic holes in my encumbered sky.
I try to grasp them,
But to no avail.......
For so soon they've flown
Leaving no clue, and no trail.
In my mind I wait and wonder:
-what is their purpose
-where do they go
-what do they understand
... that I yet do not know?
In this dream,
so smooth and silent,
Could it be to me, they attempt to impart:
'Come follow us, to the way of the Infinite.'?
AWAKEN.
Diurnal life seems
To endlessly spin,
In hopeless, orderly circles that forever, routinely repeat
The same sad situations again and again and again.
Therefore I must ponder
Upon the cause and purpose of my dreams,
What they are
And what they seem,
Those that are foes
And those that are friends,
Those of the night
And those that never end.
These unifying mystical experiences
That awaken daily possibilities to seek
The Extraordinary, so present in the ordinary,
And the Magnificent mingling with the meek.
This depth of great Beauty
Becomes the necessity to view,
A clear-burning vision shinning brightly into each new day
Through the routine, melancholy blue.
Dreams -
These mystical metaphors
That fall like sunlight poured upon human history,
Require close attention
To render the great and surreptitious Mystery.
If what true dreams concern and celestial visions do discern
Are indeed some heavenly sign,
What they must signify then
Is the grace of God drawing a line......
Connecting us to Him.
A bright and beautiful path,
As a gift given;
So different, so new,
Comes bursting with surprise
Into our narrow little skies of torporific blue;
Stretching into earth from heaven.
First to be seen in dreams as true,
Where originate the colors
Of man's greatest possibility to view.
Those dreams, so distant, that seem to come
From out of the blue,
May be given from afar - to draw us near.......
To all that is ultimately true.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Iron Lady
She is an iron lady of dropping metal,
Inside the brain easy is the stain too vivid.
It succeeded for the mind became solid and well,
Mentality stood firm in abundant health.
In entire loss, energy was transferred from the nutshell
To the lower recesses,
Inviting us to faith of minor importance,
Of listening as much as God.
Iron nature can override the badge of all uniforms,
Believe in her frowning at you,
Like a womanly leader,
As perfect a lady of iron,
Of many certainties,
Over centuries the old reign
Of her ancestors.
Guide us, lady, for your superiority kept us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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