Conectado Mensajes: 1156 Ubicación: Madrid Registrado: 02 Sep 2008 07:34
Creo que astaba también en otro hilo, pero viene bien ponerlo aquí. Una canción que no tiene nada que ver con el tren, pero en un vídeo donde se puede disfrutar de una preciosa Baldwin del Ferrocarril Ecuatoriano corriendo a ritmo de cumbia. Y todo ello con aroma de café.
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Hoy el señor Youtube me ha recordado una vieja canción country: Wabash Cannonball, en este vídeo plagado de trenes de vapor (aunque algunos sean europeos)
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore She climbs a flowery mountains o'er the hills and by the shore She's mighty tall and handsome she's known quite well by all She's a regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball Well she came down from Birmingham one cold December day As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say She's from Tennessee she's long and she's tall She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand And always be remembered in the courts throughout the land His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
Última edición por vinopeleon el 26 Abr 2021 21:03, editado 1 vez en total
Conectado Mensajes: 1156 Ubicación: Madrid Registrado: 02 Sep 2008 07:34
Vuelvo a la carga con el country:
Es la leyenda de un tren fantasma que descarriló en un viaducto de madera cuando acudía a salvar a 100 mineros atrapados en un derrumbre.
On one cold and rainy night I was sitting in the light Of my switchman’s shack on my post on the mountain The storm was pretty bad and the telephone was dead And it was just eleven hours ’til the dawning.
Then much to my surprise the telegraph jumped back to life As I read the code I thought could this be true A train was on it’s way headed up the mountain grade But she didn’t have no engineer or crew.
At the other switch they tried to put her on the mountainside But she kept on coming up the mountain grade I quickly doused the light to try to see into the night Maybe I could spot her headlight in the rain.
She was pounding down below I could hear her whistle blow And I thought lord what a high and mournful sound Then the telegraph began There’s a cave-in at the mine And a hundred men are buried beneath the ground . Lord she’s coming now I see around the bend and straight at me And her boiler’s glowing red as coal in hell The headlight’s switching wide searching all the mountainside But the only sound she’s making is the wail
Then I recognize the train by the number and the name It’s the Miner’s Silver Ghost Old 41 Then she vanished up the track by the lonely switchman’s shack Like a mother who is looking for her son
Now I heard the story of an engine that went to glory Over fifty years ago on this same night She was steaming for the cave-in there were men that needed saving But it missed the curve and trestle near the mine.
And every now and then you’ll hear her whistle on the wind If the mountain slides and many men are lost It’s the high and lonely wailing searching up and down the mountain The train they call the call the Miner’s Silver Ghost
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New York Central (Ghost of the Rails)
With names that will be timeless They were built sleek and fast Streamlined for the future And fueled by the past They were tall as iron giants Cloaked in their steel shrouds Like chariots from the future Arriving on misty clouds New York Central Rail and machine Fire, smoke, and steam New York Central Ghosts of the Rails From New York to Chicago Traveling along the rails You could smell the history in the air With each breath that you'd inhaled Like a noble knight Of olden days With his armor, and his shield And four hundred thousand pounds Of iron, chrome, and steel New York Central Rail and machine Fire, smoke, and steam New York Central Ghosts of the Rails With miles of cars behind them Faster than ever before The twentieth Century Limited Majestic Commodore I remember the mighty Mercury Like it was yesterday The train of tomorrow Dressed in gleaming grey New York Central Rail and machine Fire, smoke, and steam New York Central Ghosts of the Rails New York Central Rail, and machin Fire, smoke, and steam New York Central Ghosts of the Rails
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Y otra más.
Railroad Of America
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