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Rail Nomads
04:36
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Since the dawn of humanity
Nomads and Hobo sapiens
Have been looking for a safe campfire
To warm up their soul,
Share stories and shoot the breeze under the stars.
Eating together around a nice cozy fire,
Play music and draw signs of their adventures.
Washing themselves and their clothes in some fresh water
And moving on to a better life.
Just as Rail Nomads, Homeward bound nomadic workers
Traveling musicans, Hobos, tramps, rail bums, sisters of the road,
Modern freight train riders, gandy dancers and railroaders have
been doing since 150 years on the railroad tracks.
The hobo jungle is the official meeting place of all hobos.
There is one in every town.
At these jungle we build a big fire and everybody bring is mooch.
We share food in the mulligan stew and we cook it up!
We usually sleep around the jungle too.
The life in the camp usually consist of cooking and moving on.
We take cans and blow the top off and use them for drinking cups
And use them to wash our clothes in. After a meal we clean up the camp.
Stack up our tin cans, pile up the woods, and if its time to catch a train
To the next place, we do so !
We have to hustle for wood more than food.
We have to be real smart with the bulls. ( the rail police).
We sleep in the jungle many times, and the most wonderful poetry
I ever heard was recited at night around the campfire.
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2. |
Loco Westtrainz Stogies
00:48
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3. |
New-Mexico Joe
03:41
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I jumped off the container and fell into a ravine.
My hair was in knots, twisted and greased up,
my red eyes coveting the stoggy tucked away in my lapel
In my bag I had two rabbits and a mongoose that almost got away
Cracker Jack gave me a toothless grin
because he knew as well as I did
that all them bulls would ever find after that train shot away
were footprints disappearing in a haze at the edge of the tracks
The ghastly beast spewed tons of coal and fire spittle
as it slowed down to pass the curb
I placed my foot on the ground like a man on the moon
The world was my jungle
I used the patty wack bone my old man threw me
to stir my mulligan stew over the oil drum fire
The night stood still and all worries crawled away
like snakes into the dying grass
New Mexico Jo
New Mexico Jo
I’ll save you a drop for when you get here…
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4. |
Anna Lee
03:54
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5. |
Jack Black
01:02
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6. |
Beat That Train
03:59
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Hot spot
Cold Stop
Bebop
I will see this line through
Hot spot
Cold Stop
Bebop
Pray we don't stop till the break of dawn
From rags to riches
I was holding my own
Glued to my phone
Then I dropped like a stone
And took off on my own
Now I pick up all those loose dreams
That get lost in the seams
Like those coins that get tossed on the rails
Beneath the machine
I grab the Coal Train with Labrona
Take a cold swig from Virginia
Ride on coat tails with the Rambler
And lay low till the bulls come out
They'll see me beat that train
And hear the hobos shout
Bust it!
Hot spot
This train keeps rollin' on till my time is up
Cold Stop
The beat keeps going, it don't ever wanna stop
Bebop
Just like an endless song
I will see this line through
I will see this line through
Hot spot
The fire's burnin' like a midnight sun
Cold Stop
My time is timeless when I'm on the run
Bebop
The beat keeps going on
Pray we don't stop till the break of dawn
They say I’m half-crazy
Maybe I’m half-sane
I’d cross the ocean
If they ever build
An unerwater freight train
I scribble my name
Like it’s an old game
Make my hieroglyphics in the rain
Like a metaphysical stain
Yet you’re incredulous
At how impetuous
And how happy someone can be
When they’re looking so directionless
Yet this evidence
Is proof that I be setting me a precedence
With no residents
And no president
Just me and my relentlessness
We keep running and running like an endless song
We gonna beat that train till the break of dawn
Hot spot
This train keeps rollin' on till my time is up
Cold Stop
The beat keeps going, it don't ever wanna stop
Bebop
Just like an endless song
I will see this line through
I will see this line through
Hot spot
The fire's burnin' like a midnight sun
Cold Stop
My time is timeless when I'm on the run
Bebop
The beat keeps going on
Pray we don't stop till the break of dawn
Water Bed Lou, watcha gonna do?
I'm gonna find me a fire and a-play the kazoo
Hollywood Pete, who you gonna meet?
No one but the crows and my foes off the tracks in those empty streets
Mista Conductor!
“Yeah!?”
Pull the lever, help me sever my ties
Before the tides rise
And force me to hide
While Smokin' Joe lays low
In the cargo
Spreading lingo
Like a freak show
Listen, oh!
I've got no telephone to be calling home
No house keys that I can call my own
Lost my hat to the wind and my shoes are loose
Found a pack of pimp sticks on a red caboose
I hear the wild dogs
Like wild hogs
Making wild calls
In the empty halls
And they go up in smoke
Just like a firecracker
I take a big toke
To get my courage back up
I’m a wolf man
I’m an owl man
I'm digging for treasure
In a garbage can
And I walk the grounds of a living grave
When the nights come crashing like a tidal wave
So I make my way
To a new day
Every day
When I lay
When I play
When I stray
If you want to fool the switchman
With a mad plan
All you gotta do is
Beat that train
Hot spot
This train keeps rollin' on till my time is up
Cold Stop
The beat keeps going, it don't ever wanna stop
Bebop
Just like an endless song
I will see this line through
I will see this line through
Hot spot
The fire's burnin' like a midnight sun
Cold Stop
My time is timeless when I'm on the run
Bebop
The beat keeps going on
Pray we don't stop till the break of dawn
Hot spot
Cold Stop
Bebop
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7. |
Ghost Town Devil
04:01
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8. |
Transcontinental T
01:16
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9. |
Broken Hobo Man
03:37
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10. |
I am a Train Wreck
03:44
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11. |
Train Surfers
03:11
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12. |
Freedom Riders
02:05
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13. |
Sisters of the Road
01:12
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14. |
Mawi'omi
04:11
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15. |
R7 Crows
01:39
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16. |
Hobo Trance
03:52
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17. |
Westtrainz Hobo Jungle
03:28
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18. |
Harry West
01:40
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19. |
Freedom Train
05:15
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20. |
Hobo Sunrise
03:17
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21. |
Slim Dane Cigarbox
00:56
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22. |
Freight Train Blues
06:08
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23. |
The Ghost of Sailor Jack
05:39
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24. |
Terminal City Train
04:16
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West Trainz Montreal, Québec
Erik West Millette est un musicien multidisciplinaire qui a composé et produit plus de 50 albums et a participé à plus de
200 enregistrements.
Avec West Trainz, il crée un concept magistral ferroviaire qui se déploie en plusieurs volets: un spectacle médiatique en salle, un spectacle déambulatoire avec sculptures sonores et motricité électrique, un livre-disque de voyage et un album de chansons.
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