On a cold and rainy night I was sittin' in the light
Oh my switchman shack of mine post on the mountain
The storms were pretty bad and the telephone was dead
But it was just eleven hours till the dawn.
Then much to my surprice the telegraph jumped in the light
As I read the code I thought could this be true
The train was on its way headed up to mountain grade
But she didn't have no engineer or crew.
At the other switch they tried to put her on the mountain side
But she kept on coming up the mountain grade
But I quickly dowse the light to try to see into the night
Maybe I could spot her headlight in the rain.
She was poundin' down below I could hear her whistle blow
And I thought Lord that's a high and mournful sound
Then the telegraph again there's a caving in the mine
And the hundred men have burried neath the ground.
Lord, she's coming now I see her round the bend and straight at me
And her ballet is glowin' red as coal in hell
The headlinght switchin' wide searchin' all the mountain side
But the only sound she's making it's a wail.
Then I recognized the train by the number and the name
It's from miners Silver Ghost 0-40-1
Then she vanished up the track by the lonely swutchman shack
Like a mother who was looking for her son.
Now I heard the story how an engine went to glory
Over fifty years ago in the same line
It was steaming for the caving there were men needed saving
But it missed the curve in trestle near the mine.
And every now and then you'll hear a whistle on the wind
It's from mountail slides where many men're lost
It's a high and lonely wail and searching up and down the mountain
It's the train they call the Miners Silver Ghost.
The train they call the Miners Silver Ghost.
The train they call the Miners Silver Ghost...
Black eyed ravens They spiral down They tilt his head back To the flame filled sunset Raise their guns high As the darken falls These are the days boys Shallow man Shallow man (shallow man) and they Eats in
Стиха Сонце над містом сходить, Ніби мені доводить – Все розпочнеться знов. Стиха, Пошепки, як в тумані, Стигне, зникає, тане, Гине моя любов. Приспів: Але все ж таки Я ще не зачиняю вікна, Не кажу я, що звикну, Це не мої слова: Я
Я прокидаюся німий, А ніч глуха, хоч вовком вий. Пульсує по ікони тлі свинець багряний. І тільки морок степовий Карбує інеєм на склі Портрет Світлани. Бродить по степу розхристаний вітер. Пестить вустами стяг над полком. Пане полковнику, вимерзли
Він любить свою корову - бик Він
Disneyland (Stays The Same)
No more Cigars from Cuba, oppression in East Timor, sedition in Zimbabwe, dollar crisis in New York. Skinhead thugs out on the streets in London and Berlin, GM foods grown in the West,