I Often Dream of Trains
Album - 24 gennaio 1984 - Debaser id 39413

Do you wonder like I do
What goes on inside of you
In the cathedral of the mind
All the worshippers are blind
Like a toilet from outside
A cathedral from inside
There behind your open face
Lies an awful lot of space
And if I ever look into
your open eyes again
I'll remind myself to stare
until I'm looking through
your eyes

When I'm hurt you feel the pain
You've been in my head again
You're projecting onto me
What you'd like yourself to see
Now the clock is beating fast
Every moment wanders past
And fades away
Then comes back another day
Do I go or do I stay
Inside your mind

Uncorrected personality traits
That seem whimsical in a child
May prove to be ugly
In a fully grown adult
Lack of involvement with the father
Or overinvolvement with the mother
Can result in lack of ability
To relate to sexual peers
And in homosexual leanings
Narcissism, transexuality
Girls from the waist up
Men from the waist down
Attempts to be your own love object
Reconcile your parents to you
By becoming both at once
Even Marilyn Monroe was a man
But this tends to get overlooked
By a mother-fixated
Overweight sexist media
So uncorrected personality traits
That seem whimsical in a child
May prove to be ugly
In a fully grown adult
If you give in to them
Everytime they cry
They will become little tyrants
But they won't remember why
Then when they are thwarted
By people in later life
They will become psychotic
And they won't make an ideal
Husband or wife
The spoiled baby grows into
The escapist teenager who's
The adult alcoholic who's
The middle-aged suicide
Oy! So
Uncorrected personality traits
That seem whimsical in a child
May prove to be ugly
In a fully grown adult

Trams of old London
Taking my baby into the past in it
Trams of old London blow my mind
Ludgate, Fenchurch, Highgate Hill
Rolling slowly up there still, uh-huh
Waterloo and Clerkenwell
Out to Aldgate East as well, uh-huh
On a clear night you can see
Where the rails used to be
Oh it seems like ancient myth
They once ran to Hammersmith
Trams of old London
Taking my baby into the past in it
Trams of old London blow my mind
Through Electric Avenue
Brixton down in southwest too, uh-huh
Teddington and Kennington
Twickenham and Paddington, uh-huh
In the blitz they never closed
Though they blew up half the roads
Oh it hurts me just to see 'em
Going dead in a museum
Ah...
Trams of old London
Taking my baby into the past in it
Trams of old London blow my mind
Trams of old London
Taking my baby into the past in it
Trams of old London blow my mind

Furry green eye
In a furry green hole
It's a furry green atom bowl
Furry green eye
In a furry green bowl
It's a furry green atom bowl
Spread-dud-dust, spread-dud-dust
Spread-dud-dust in a reaching way
As the dead bug flares, dead bug flares
Dead bug flares in a swollen glow
Furry green mole
In a furry green hole
It's a furry green atom bowl
Um...
Um...
Verdigris, verdigris
Verdigris, verdigris
Verdigris, verdigris
Um...
Um...
Um...
Um...
The lid comes off like a casserole
(The lid comes off like a casserole)
The steam comes up the devil's nose
He knows, he knows, he always knows
He sits there in a silver cone
Drumming his fingers on a golden throne
He loves that smell
He loves that smell
Um...
Um...
That swollen bowl it blew up whole
(That swollen bowl it blew up whole)
And the black was hungry when it came down
So it et the world for miles around
Sticky black meat (sticky black meat)
Will flood your street (will flood your street)
Sticky black oil
Will boil your soil
Furry green eye
In a furry green hole
It's a furry green atom bowl
Furry green eggs
On furry green legs
Big ones, small ones, out they roll
Gonna shake my pie, gonna bake my soul
It's a crusty old pie (it's a crusty old pie)
But it's a crusty old world (it's a crusty old world)
And underneath (underneath)
There's roots and bulbs (roots and bulbs)
Gonna mix 'em all up (gonna mix 'em all up)
In the atom bowl
Big ones, small ones, out they roll
Big ones, small ones, out they roll
Big ones, small ones, out they roll
In a new formation
In a new formation
In a new formation
Spell a brand new world with the same old letters
Um...
Um...
Um...
Um...
There's roots in the earth and kidneys in the body
Roots in the earth and kidneys in the body
Roots in the earth and kidneys in the body
And that's the way to stay
There's roots in the earth and kidneys in the body
There's roots in the earth and kidneys in the body
There's roots in the earth and kidneys in the body
And that's the way to stay
There's roots in the earth and kidneys in the body
There's roots in the earth and kidneys in the body
There's roots in the earth and kidneys in the body
And that's the way to stay

I often dream of trains when I'm alone
I ride on them into another zone
I dream of them constantly
Heading for paradise
Or Basingstoke
Or Reading
I often dream of trains when I'm awake
They ride along beside a frozen lake
And there in the buffet car
I wait for eternity
Or Basingstoke
Or Reading
I often dream of trains till it gets light
The summer turns to winter overnight
The leaves fall so suddenly
The sun sets at four o'clock
Exactly what
I'm dreading
I often dream of trains when I'm with you
I wonder if you dream about them too
Maybe we'll meet one night
Out in the corridor
I'm waiting for
You baby
Baby
Baby
Baby
Baby