This Train Will Be Taking No Passengers Lyrics
| Song | This Train Will Be Taking No Passengers |
| Artist | Augie March |
| Album | Strange Bird |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Richards | |
| We will adjust to this new condition of living like a man with his entrails now out him not in | |
| After certain techniques of torture accustoms himself to a new condition of living...train. | |
| Thoughtful godless men find god in them at the age of twenty-five | |
| but in a year death gains favor and they think themselves the more alive, | |
| You'll find them in the loose caboose where the pills are kept and the stupid juice, | |
| This one has a sleeping wheel, this one has a willing noose | |
| - Onward and on to the ends of love, pricked vanity, habit and ruse. | |
| Onward and on to a premature silence where death finds too much use. | |
| Fifteen year old whores in training, eyes a'batting, arms a'flailing, skin aflame, this fire-fanning express, | |
| If you're on board amazement follows fear and rounded by dismay | |
| it takes the corner into the day after today which is a father's sorrow | |
| - Onward and on to the ends of meanness where kindness is the means of the earth. | |
| Onward and on, awakening finds us too sensual beings from birth - | |
| ("I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry lady, I am sorry, I'm sorry lady...I'm sorry")...train. | |
| Pods of wealthy blonde gobbets with red-rind eyes | |
| getting pecked at by the heroin sparrows of the western skies, | |
| It may be married to the tracks but this train flies and it's taking no passengers. | |
| "We'll stand on his hand, that's how you pin your man, we'll smash him from Preston to Epworth!" | |
| Onward and on to the ends of reason where malice is the means of the earth. | |
| Onward and on, this strange-wrought bird, onwards and over the black coffee earth, | |
| Onward and on, this laughing train to the ends of its low, low mirth... | |
| Where the media make it with the media whores, | |
| Lady Time minces man-meat with her contract claws | |
| for a barbecue with the veterans of the talkback wars | |
| in the outback palace...of one John Laws. | |
| O we will adjust to this new condition of living | |
| like a sailor with his hands tied behind his back | |
| imprisoned after sailing into foreign waters, unawares, | |
| accustoms himself to a new condition of living. | |
| But a shadow falls between this hurtling intent and its realisation | |
| for its government is rotten and therefore its civilisation | |
| which is certainly taking no passengers...train... |
| zuo qu : Richards | |
| We will adjust to this new condition of living like a man with his entrails now out him not in | |
| After certain techniques of torture accustoms himself to a new condition of living... train. | |
| Thoughtful godless men find god in them at the age of twentyfive | |
| but in a year death gains favor and they think themselves the more alive, | |
| You' ll find them in the loose caboose where the pills are kept and the stupid juice, | |
| This one has a sleeping wheel, this one has a willing noose | |
| Onward and on to the ends of love, pricked vanity, habit and ruse. | |
| Onward and on to a premature silence where death finds too much use. | |
| Fifteen year old whores in training, eyes a' batting, arms a' flailing, skin aflame, this firefanning express, | |
| If you' re on board amazement follows fear and rounded by dismay | |
| it takes the corner into the day after today which is a father' s sorrow | |
| Onward and on to the ends of meanness where kindness is the means of the earth. | |
| Onward and on, awakening finds us too sensual beings from birth | |
| " I' m sorry, I' m sorry, I' m sorry lady, I am sorry, I' m sorry lady... I' m sorry"... train. | |
| Pods of wealthy blonde gobbets with redrind eyes | |
| getting pecked at by the heroin sparrows of the western skies, | |
| It may be married to the tracks but this train flies and it' s taking no passengers. | |
| " We' ll stand on his hand, that' s how you pin your man, we' ll smash him from Preston to Epworth!" | |
| Onward and on to the ends of reason where malice is the means of the earth. | |
| Onward and on, this strangewrought bird, onwards and over the black coffee earth, | |
| Onward and on, this laughing train to the ends of its low, low mirth... | |
| Where the media make it with the media whores, | |
| Lady Time minces manmeat with her contract claws | |
| for a barbecue with the veterans of the talkback wars | |
| in the outback palace... of one John Laws. | |
| O we will adjust to this new condition of living | |
| like a sailor with his hands tied behind his back | |
| imprisoned after sailing into foreign waters, unawares, | |
| accustoms himself to a new condition of living. | |
| But a shadow falls between this hurtling intent and its realisation | |
| for its government is rotten and therefore its civilisation | |
| which is certainly taking no passengers... train... |
| zuò qǔ : Richards | |
| We will adjust to this new condition of living like a man with his entrails now out him not in | |
| After certain techniques of torture accustoms himself to a new condition of living... train. | |
| Thoughtful godless men find god in them at the age of twentyfive | |
| but in a year death gains favor and they think themselves the more alive, | |
| You' ll find them in the loose caboose where the pills are kept and the stupid juice, | |
| This one has a sleeping wheel, this one has a willing noose | |
| Onward and on to the ends of love, pricked vanity, habit and ruse. | |
| Onward and on to a premature silence where death finds too much use. | |
| Fifteen year old whores in training, eyes a' batting, arms a' flailing, skin aflame, this firefanning express, | |
| If you' re on board amazement follows fear and rounded by dismay | |
| it takes the corner into the day after today which is a father' s sorrow | |
| Onward and on to the ends of meanness where kindness is the means of the earth. | |
| Onward and on, awakening finds us too sensual beings from birth | |
| " I' m sorry, I' m sorry, I' m sorry lady, I am sorry, I' m sorry lady... I' m sorry"... train. | |
| Pods of wealthy blonde gobbets with redrind eyes | |
| getting pecked at by the heroin sparrows of the western skies, | |
| It may be married to the tracks but this train flies and it' s taking no passengers. | |
| " We' ll stand on his hand, that' s how you pin your man, we' ll smash him from Preston to Epworth!" | |
| Onward and on to the ends of reason where malice is the means of the earth. | |
| Onward and on, this strangewrought bird, onwards and over the black coffee earth, | |
| Onward and on, this laughing train to the ends of its low, low mirth... | |
| Where the media make it with the media whores, | |
| Lady Time minces manmeat with her contract claws | |
| for a barbecue with the veterans of the talkback wars | |
| in the outback palace... of one John Laws. | |
| O we will adjust to this new condition of living | |
| like a sailor with his hands tied behind his back | |
| imprisoned after sailing into foreign waters, unawares, | |
| accustoms himself to a new condition of living. | |
| But a shadow falls between this hurtling intent and its realisation | |
| for its government is rotten and therefore its civilisation | |
| which is certainly taking no passengers... train... |
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