The Importance of Creation

Another Train is pretty much about trying to work on a song while the world is falling apart all around you. When you grow up poor, doing Art is insane. It’s wonderful and magical, but it’s pretty much created by magical “others” who live in a world where they are free to create, instead of worrying about rent and bills.

I now understand how freaked out my mother was by my need to pursue music as a career. She knew the odds, and she also knew how wonderfully free a decent salary can make your life. She longed for the peace of mind to have food on the table and a little dignity at the end of the day. She spent her tortured life in agony about the basics falling apart and her and her son thrown out on the street. All the while I was living on spoonfuls of sugar and dreaming of being the Beatles. How strange?

It got stranger as I met and worked with many musicians. Mostly, Art to them was a diversion that made them a little special in their social circles. (No trips to the cabin this week we need to rehearse.) On the other hand some people just have to create, no matter what the circumstances. It can be a bit heroic in a way. Its a lot against nature. It is an attempt to feel the power of God or just stay sane. Let’s make something new and totally unnecessary out of what we have on the table and see how that feels.

All my mother’s angry pacing nights never paid a bill or improved her life. But I think it helped me define want was really important in life and that is “to create.”

ANOTHER TRAIN

A mother tries to tell her son,
where she’s been and what she’s done,
She never can reveal a thing
and hates herself for makin such a scene.
The wild enchanted world awaits,
he’s itching so, to cr’ash the gate,
Through all the long and sleepless nights,
she pictures him in senseless bloody fights.

IF ITS ALL THE SAME TO YOU
I’LL JUST TAKE ANOTHER TRAIN

His father who’s been far away,
shows up inside his head one day,
His questions pierce her very soul,
truth is one thing no one can control.
She makes him toast and irons his clothes,
he learns there’s things he’ll never know,
He goes to bed with doubts so deep,
dreams of vengeance, one day they’ll all see.

IF ITS ALL THE SAME TO YOU
I’LL JUST TAKE ANOTHER TRAIN

years fall down like dying leaves,
they never fill a hole this deep,
the need for someone never seen ,
consumes his heart and burns relentlessly………..

Bar to bar and bed to bed,
a child is born the dream is dead,
He never can reveal a thing
and hates himself for creating such a scene.

IF ITS ALL THE SAME TO YOU
I’LL JUST TAKE ANOTHER TRAIN,

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