TRAEIN MHALL
Uaireanta bíonn goimh orm is déistin
Cad sa diabhal atá ag tarlú do mo chompánaigh
Bhfuil siad slán nó fós ar strae
Nó an eol dóibh an praghas a ísleodh a svae
A gcuid prionsabal saolta a mbeidh orthu iad a fhágáil
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.
Bhí bean agamsa thíos in Alabama
B’as an iargúil di siúd, ach bhí bonn lenár gcaidreamh
Ar sí, “Hé, gan aon agó
Cuir cruth ort féinig agus dea-chló,
Gheofá bás anseo, is ní bheadh ionat ach cuid den staidreamh”
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.
Ola ón gcoigríoch,’tá i gceannas ar an tír seo
Féach timpeall ort, is cinnte go mbraitheann tú náire,
An síc ina rí ochón
Na seoda is na fáinní sróin’
Todhchaí ár dtíre á beartú ’cu in Amstardam is i bPáras
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.
Tá ár n-ego neamhleáite, ár ndlíthe as dáta, ní bhaineann linn níos mó
Ní féidir seasamh thart ag feitheamh agus i ngátar
I dtír seo na mbua
Jefferson ag iompú ina uaigh
Buaileam sciath na ngamal a láimhseálfadh, mar dhea, Sátan
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.
An teagmhálaí mór le rá, an bréag-lia, fuathaitheoir mná
Máistir cur i gcéill is an máistir atá praiticiúil
Ach an namhaid dom is léir
Caitheann seisean fallaing ghlé
Na díchreidmhigh, na gadaithe ag caint in ainm an reiligiúin
Is tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.
Ocras is tart ar a lán, is pléascann an t-ardaitheoir gráin,
Ó, cé gur costasaí an bia a stóráil ná é a bhronnadh
Deir siad linn gan a bheith cúthail
Do chuid aislingí ’leanúint
Tá caint ar ghrá a bheith againn dá chéile, taispeáin dom an duine atá sona,
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.
Bhuel, go hIllinois do chuaigh mo bháb, leis an mbuachaill atá sí chun a chrá
Duine gan dóchas, ach ní raibh aon leigheas agamsa ar an scéal
Is cuma liomsa faoin eacnamaíocht
Is cuma liomsa faoin réalteolaíocht
Ach cuireann sé isteach orm an dream is ionúin liom bheith ’na bpuipéad
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.
SLOW TRAIN
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Can’t help but wonder what’s happenin’ to my companions
Are they lost or are they found
Have they counted the cost it’ll take to bring down
All their earthly principles they’re gonna have to abandon?
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend
I had a woman down in Alabama
She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic
She said, “Boy, without a doubt
Have to quit your mess and straighten out
You could die down here, be just another accident statistic”
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend
All that foreign oil controlling American soil
Look around you, it’s just bound to make you embarrassed
Sheiks walkin’ around like kings
Wearing fancy jewels and nose rings
Deciding America’s future from Amsterdam and to Paris
And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend
Man’s ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don’t apply no more
You can’t rely no more to be standin’ around waitin'
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan
And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend
Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
All nonbelievers and men stealers talkin’ in the name of religion
And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend
People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it
They say lose your inhibitions
Follow your own ambitions
They talk about a life of brotherly love show me someone who knows how to live it
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend
Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin’ boy she could destroy
A real suicide case, but there was nothin’ I could do to stop it
I don’t care about economy
I don’t care about astronomy
But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend
