Music and Moose

Music plays an important part of my life, I have a strange mix of likes ranging from Rod Stewart, Elton John, Robbie Williams through to the likes of Dr Dre, Eminem. My Ipod has music from each of the last 5 decades!

But when I am down it is interesting how much more of the lyrics you hear as opposed to the music/song overall.

As I have always said to Sheryl hearing me singing is a sign that I am in a good frame of mind but recently I am just sitting listening rather than singing. (Btw this is good news for those with delicate hearing as apparently the noise I hear in my head when singing is not the same noise other people hear!)

Anyhoo…. These lyrics hit me tonight and struck a chord

I used to be the main express
All steam and whistles heading west
Picking up my pain from door to door
Riding on the storyline
Furnace burning overtime
But this train don’t stop,
This train don’t stop,
This train don’t stop there anymore

Yep that was me, once the main express – one day it will be the case again I hope and pray!

Here is the song in full – the video is awesome with Justin Timberlake as Elton John

And the lyrics for you to singalong with the moose

You may not believe it
But I don’t believe in miracles anymore
And when I think about it
I don’t believe I ever did for sure
All the things I’ve said in songs
All the purple prose you bought from me
Reality’s just black and white
The sentimental things I’d write
Never meant that much to me

chorus

I used to be the main express
All steam and whistles heading west
Picking up my pain from door to door
Riding on the storyline
Furnace burning overtime
But this train don’t stop,
This train don’t stop,
This train don’t stop there anymore

You don’t need to hear it
But I’m dried up and sick to death of love
If you need to know it
I never really understood that stuff
All the stars and bleeding hearts
All the tears that welled up in my eyes
Never meant a thing to me
Read ’em as they say and weep
I’ve never felt enough to cry

[repeat chorus]

When I said that I don’t care
It really means my engine’s breaking down
The chisel chips my heart again
The granite cracks beneath my skin
I crumble into pieces on the ground

[repeat chorus]

But this train don’t stop,
This train don’t stop,
This train don’t stop there anymore

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