Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Train Travels

Train travels a thousand miles
without a single stop
sometime's the train's a camel train
in the desert's rise and drop

Railtrack thru the dusty desert                   Mali man
winding like a snake                                   get better than
everyone upon the train                              you can
the same destination to make                      without a fan
                                                                     Mali man
                                                                     you began                      Long distance runner
Train travels                                                 to live again                   barefoot
the track unravels                                         you came out                  there'll always be a but
slowly over time                                          of the mud brick             blisters
and all yor travails                                        and then
escaping the war-like crime                         you became                     But you learn
are all left in the background                        the most of men              to resist the blisters
for the sublime                                              to the power of ten          you
that is wide open spaces                                                                        rubber souls
with no battle hum to chime                         Yo're going to                  from running barefoot
                                                                       live again                        barefoot for long
                                                                       Mali man                        for miles
Train travels                                                   you can breathe              for years
a track unravels                                              that other life                  thru all those tears
to take you to                                                 you can leave                  running barefoot
a better space                                                  amongst the dye             barefoot
the next land                                                    amongst the weave        in a land of spears
that you come to                                             we've come to
has a silent peaceful face                                expect you                      It appears
                                                                        as life does thieve           you run better
Thru the dust that's always there                    Mali man                         barefoot
its true that it moves about in air                     yo're better than              and you don't cut
and tho real gold out here is rare                     what we can                   on a stone of
it with sunlite can compare                             believe                            the earth of it
                                                                         leave a life                     running barefoot
                                                                         behind you                      barefoot
Train travels                                                     Mali man                        until yo're fit 
and track unravels                                            the past
to take                                                              can deceive                     You used to sit
you to a better land                                          we've come                     and then you ran
train travels                                                      to expect you                   you began
til it makes you                                                 Mali man                         to have a fan
peace not forsakes you                                      amongst the reeds          running barefoot
and there's better lands                                     they weave                      barefoot
you understand.                                                but yo're                           better than
                                                                          better than                       those in shoes
                                                                          Mali man                         those who lose
                                                                          that life                             who don't keep pace
                                                                          yo're going                        with yo're race  
                                                                          to leave.                            they chase
                                                                                                                    but don't succeed
                                                                                                                    over you
                                                                                                                     running barefoot
                                                                                                                    in the lead.

Water is a well of hope
you cope
you cope
with a vaseful of it
walk five miles for it

Water is a well of hope                                Dinosaur in the Congo
and you can cope                                          because no person's been
with this little of it                                         been existing
to make brittle things grow                           thousand years
                                                                      resisting being seen
The sun's in too much glow                          In the green
and rain there's not enough                           of the forest
of it                                                                 jungle scene
but you get on so                                            come out of a lake
you have no dream                                         like a nitemare dream
you survive it seems
and you take every blow                                Dinosaur in the Congo
                                                                        seen from helicopter
                                                                        for thousand years  
Scorching hot from the sun                            not a single stir
no contemplation
of any fun                                                        Needing solace
                                                                         needing space
Water is a well of hope                                    such was extinction's pace
but you don't worry how you'll cope                Dinosaur in the Congo
you should but nope                                         embraces the remote
you survive                                                       large and massive
the burning hive                                                small on numbers
turning things from alive                                  rarest thing of note

                                                                                                                                                      
The sun's too familiar
rain comes in the singular
and you can't put yor finger
on it
but its too often dry

You look to sky
too blue
but water is a well of hope
drop in the desert
by which you cope. 

                                                                                                                                           

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