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Ghost Trains

ALL OF THE SONGS AND SOME OF THE STORY

by Stewart MacDougall 




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Ghost Trains
ALL OF THE SONGS AND SOME OF THE STORY

This collection of songs and poems is contained in Ghost Trains
a play by Mansel Robinson
with songs  by 
Mansel Robinson and Stewart MacDougall

All songs written by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
© Mansel Robinson & Trouble Clef Music Ltd. (SOCAN)

All spoken word written by Mansel Robinson 
© Mansel Robinson 

The stage version of "Ghost Trains" was published in 
Rock n' Rail: Ghost Trains and Spitting Slag,
Thistledown Press, Saskatoon, SK, 2002. (www.thistledown.sk.ca


 
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Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Colin Lay
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Photography and Graphic Design by Tim Lee
Kennedy Lee Visual Communications
 

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Kenny Chalmers: Drums and Percussion
Gary Koliger: Guitars 
Stewart MacDougall: Vocals and Keyboards


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My first poem, written with my father, was a ballad about a freight pulling up Bolkow Hill on the CPR mainline in Northern Ontario. Forty years later, a part of me is still working on that poem.

Ghost Trains started out as a piece for the Jack Kereoke Liberation Jam in Regina. It turned into a small book, then Pete Smith said he saw a play in it and the piece evolved into a story about the mileage between fathers and sons. I told Ben Henderson I was hearing music and he hooked me up with Stewart who nailed Track Speed on the first rough demo and sealed the deal.

We did the show on the fringe, then on the radio, and then it was translated into French and put back on the stage. And now Stewart has made it into something else, something of his own. I hope it´s ok with him, but when I hear this album I´m back at my parent´s kitchen table, and dad and the uncles are passing the bottle, they´re telling stories, they´re railroadin´. And I´m 12 years tall. And I´m home.

Thanks to the Saskatchewan Playwrights Centre, Saskatchewan Arts Board and The Berton House in Dawson City; Peter Smith and Philip Adams for an early push; Scott Patrick, Ben Henderson and Robert Benz for the Fringe; thanks especially to Stewart for first singing these songs on those long-distance calls.
Mansel Robinson


Mansel´s plays include Collateral Damage (Blizzard Publishing) as well as Colonial Tongues,The Heart As It Lived and Downsizing Democracy (Playwrights Canada Press), Rock ´n Rail: Ghost Trains and Spitting Slag (Thistledown Press) and Street Wheat (Coteau Books). He was born in the bush and lives on the prairie. 

 
 
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I was three or four when I made the first train trip I remember. Our mother´s summer pilgrimage "up home" began with the thirty some miles of CN rail from Fredericton to Cross Creek Station. 

At eighteen I took the CP line south from Fredericton Junction  to McAdam, where it turns west, crossing the dark mystery of northern Maine before emerging at first light in the Eastern Townships of Quebec en route to Montreal. The Big City. In the year that followed, I got to know it well (in both directions) in the course of the comings and goings that ultimately brought me back home. For a while. 

Seven years later Windsor Station was a whistle stop for the VIA  combination that  would  roll me farther west, across the Canadian Shield and the Prairies, almost  to the  Rockies. Edmonton Alberta. Big enough for me. 

There´s a lot of songs about trains. All of mine derailed after taking a track as familiar as the one that doesn´t go there anymore until Ben Henderson introduced me to Mansel, who introduced me to Dougie McCrea and the "real of the rolling". This is his story. Somewhere between the lines there might be some of mine. I hope he doesn´t mind.

Thanks to Roger Deegan for steering me to the Canada Council, which has thankfully taken this business as seriously as I do.
Stewart

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Track Speed
Last Of the Outlaws
Dark Territory
Say Good-bye (To Diesel & Steam)
97 Cars
Angel Of The Mainline
I Just Like Trains
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Some of the Story

My Father Is a Brakeman
Romance
Wits, Guts, Memory, Faith
Only In Dreams
I Only Ever Robbed One Train
Diamond Slivers
A Family Like Ours
Rollin Home
First Trip

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Ghost Trains - All of the Songs and Some of the Story

Stewart MacDougall

Troubleclef 2003

Review by Stan Twist

For fans of quality western folk and country music in Canada, Stewart MacDougall needs little introduction. His time spent with Laura Vinson's Red Wyng, Ian Tyson's Chinook Arch Riders, k.d. lang's reclines and the Great Western Orchestra speaks well of his musical career in Edmonton since moving there over 20 years ago. In addition, MacDougall's songwriter prowess is well documented, not least in the cover versions recorded by Randy Travis, Ian Tyson and k.d.lang.

Since the demise of the much lamented Great Western Orchestra, MacDougall has performed and recorded as a solo act, to much critical acclaim. Two previous albums, "Gathering Time" and "Heresay", revealed Stewart to be a compelling frontman with a rich, warm baritone, as well as showing his continued growth as a world class songwriter.

MacDougall's latest project, "Ghost Trains", is a little different than his previous two solo albums. While he's collaborated with other songwriters before on individual songs (with the likes of Billy Cowsill, Mike Shellard and Ian Tyson), this album finds him penning the entire affair with author / playwright Mansel Robinson. The project is based on a play written by Robinson and first performed as a poem for voice and guitar on CBC radio back in 1997. It was later staged as a play including songs co-written with MacDougall at the Fringe Festivals in Winnipeg, Saskatoon and Edmonton in 2001, as well as airing as a radio play on CBC radio that same year.

MacDougall then conceived a version which would feature the song cycle punctuated with spoken word sequences from the play and submitted the idea to the Canada Council for the Arts. Quicker than you can say "loose Liberal government purse strings", the money was granted and the project recorded in late fall of last year (2002).

The original play is set against the backdrop of 100 years of Canadian railroad history and involves an outlaw son and a dying father, both intrinsically tied to the railroad. Now, if the idea of an entire story about trains evokes the specter of a bunch of overweight, balding men gathered in the town's only model shop on a Thursday night talking about Lionel's latest replica of the "Old 97" that used to shunt between Hog's Hollow and Shakeytown, you can be forgiven. Train buffs are the Star Wars nerds of a previous generation and have somewhat tarnished railroad aficionados' image over the years. In a musical sense, however, railroads are a key element in country and folk songwriting, lest we forget that the father of modern country music was Jimmie Rodgers, "The Singing Brakeman".

The album is structured so that a spoken word sequence (all narrated beautifully by MacDougall) leads into a song. While this artistic conceit looks good on paper (and no doubt was a selling point with the Canada Council), in reality, it works for about one listen. But, that's why God created programmable CD players.

What you're left with is an excellent 8 song album by Stewart MacDougall, in some ways his most consistent to date, if only because the narrative structure forces the lyrics to stick to one subject. This might sound like a bad thing at first, but the story is so compelling and evocative that you quickly get caught up in the imagery and drama.

Like his two previous collaborations with producer Colin Lay, this one is sparse in instrumental accompaniment, with most of the focus being on MacDougall’s always-dazzling piano and smooth, clear voice. 

The album kicks off with a train inspired drum rhythm that sounds like it was lifted whole off of one of Johnny Cash' s early Sun Records singles and MacDougall and Robinson set the scene with "Track Speed", one of the strongest cuts on the album. Overdubbing allows MacDougall to harmonize with himself on a triple tracked lead vocal that might be about trains, might be about life.

"Last of the Outlaws" could have easily sat on one of those mid-seventies Waylon 'n' Willie outlaw country albums, not just because of the lyrical concerns, but  because of the lilting West Texas waltz that moves the song along. It talks about trains and outlaws, and it only misses being the perfect country song because it doesn't mention Mama.

"Dark Territory", on the surface, is about trains, but a closer listening reveals a song about death and loss, one of the best meshings of words and music on the album.

My favorite song on the disc is "Angel of the Mainline", a railroader 's ode to a mythical "Queen of the cupola blues" who may be a harlot with a heart of gold or a dying man's first glimpse of heaven. This is one of the few songs on the album to use organ, an instrumental element that I've always enjoyed in MacDougall's past work.

The album ends much the same way it began, with a train rhythm shuffle and triple tracked vocal singing about "Ghost Trains". A lament about a dying way of life (and a dying man), with it's "blood burning dirty as coal".

I should also point out how well the CD package is put together. First class all the way, with a full lyric booklet and some beautiful photos by Tim Lee.

Even taken out of context, these songs work very well on their own and make up another superb chapter in Stewart MacDougall's already impressive body of work.

About the author:

Stan Twist currently resides in Seattle, Washington and despite a career working in radio, video production, drugstore management and other unsavory trades, his true passion has always been music. A fanatical collector of rock, blues and country, he has a zealot's desire to turn the world on to great music, something he first indulged in by writing weekly reviews for The Daily Gleaner and the Brunswickan in his hometown of Fredericton, New Brunswick. By the mid-80s, his critical output was limited to the occasional quote or article in legendary East Coast music mags like Trouser Press and 99th Floor. In recent years, he’s been content to write reviews for the hundreds of "mix discs" he sends unsolicited to his many music loving friends. He was recently coaxed out of "retirement" by his old friend Stewart MacDougall to write a review for his wonderful "Ghost Trains" CD.

 



 
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October, 2003

The Voice of Country Music in Canada

CD Reviews by Larry Delaney
CD Review - STEWART MacDOUGALL - Ghost Trains 

STEWART MacDOUGALL
Ghost Trains
Trouble Clef  TC-103
Produced by: Stewart MacDougall
and Colin Lay
(17 Selections (songs and intros)
 Playing Time 48:03)
(songs) Track Speed / Last Of The Outlaws / Dark Territory / Say Good-Bye (To Diesel & Steam) / 97 Cars / Angel Of The Mainline / I Just Like Trains / Ghost Trains

 Edmonton-based Stewart MacDougall (a Maritimer by birth) is one of the more creative artists on the Canadian musical map (he's played in bands for K.D. Lang, Laura Vinson and Ian Tyson, etc., and he has established himself as a solid solo recording artist in recent years with two truly exceptional albums (Gathering Time and Heresay) of original songs and music. This new offering is a concept album. Ghost Trains is sub-titled “All Of The Songs And Some Of the Story” and it is combination of Stewart MacDougall’s songs about trains, each intro-ed with brief poems on the subject, composed by Mansel Robinson, also a "trains" devotee. Robinson also collaborates on the "songs".

 Listening to the poems and songs of Ghost Trains is like getting on the CPR and riding the rails from coast to coast (back in the good old frontier days, when you could ride the rails from coast to coast across this great nation (oh yeah, that was Lightfoot's trip). Stewart MacDougall reads the Mansel Robinson poetry…and then segues into the song that relates to the poem. There are many picturesque moments --- everything from jumping on trains hobo style, to runaway trains, to the demise of the railways. The bonus comes in that you don't have to be a lover of "trains" to enjoy this music…MacDougall's intriguing vocal style, his tasty musicianship (his keyboards are supported only by some light percussion and acoustic guitar tracks), and the mystique of the concept itself, all help to make this an album that most everyone will appreciate.

Ghost Trains was co-produced by Stewart MacDougall with Colin Lay, and recorded at Edmonton's Beta Sound Studios

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New on the Canadian Country Music charts
By Peter North


Ghost Trains: All of the Songs and Some of the Story
Stewart MacDougall / Trouble Clef Music
There's nothing conventional about Stewart MacDougall's Ghost Trains recording, which is what makes it one of the more interesting recorded works from a prairie artist in the past year. The good news is that it's just as alluring after repeated listenings as it is interesting.

A spin-off, of sorts, from a Fringe play production that teamed MacDougall with playwright Mansel Robinson, Ghost Trains brings the character of Dougie McCrea to life in both story and song. The images and emotions of romance, adventure, heartbreak, foolhardy behaviour and tragedy dot this journey, that is thematically strung together by the rails that run from one end of this country to the other. MacDougall is not only a gifted artist, but an exceptional craftsman. His pieces are lean, poetic and melodic, and a perfect balance for this set of tunes was found between his vocals and what is a very effective, yet spare, instrumental framework. His keyboard work is the desired, additional punctuation to the precisely written lines of lyrical showstoppers like "97 Cars", "I Just Like Trains", and "Last of the Outlaws", while the narrative inserts MacDougall borrowed from the theatrical production not only add an element of drama, but are essential in completing this intriguing and heartfelt story. A resonant and accomplished singing voice, some effective embellishments from the guitar of Gary Koliger and percussive arsenal of Kenny Chalmers, and exceptional packaging, are the icing on a superb piece of work from this artist who long ago established himself as an artistic force, while working with The Great Western Orchestra, k.d. lang and Ian Tyson.

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The Edmonton Journal
Friday, November 14, 2003

Peter North

MacDougall's train a-comin'

     There's nothing like the sound of lonesome whistle blasts announcing the arrival of a freight train roaring through the wide open prairie.
     Such a sound would provide the perfect punctuation to tonight's performance of Ghost Trains, an enterprising undertaking produced by local tunesmith Stewart MacDougall.
      The outgrowth of a play that combines spoken word and music, Ghost Trains  was given it's first reading in early 2001 at the annual Spring Festival of New Plays at the University of Saskatchewan. The brainchild of writer Mansel Robinson, the piece gained some steam after being workshopped at the aforementioned festival and eventually turned up at three prairie fringe festivals.
     Robinson had been introduced to MacDougall by a mutual friend. The two wrote nine (sic) pieces of music to partner with Robinson's poems, which bear such titles as My Father Is A Brakeman, I Only Ever Robbed One Train and Wits, Guts, Memory, Faith.
     "I participated in the workshopping of the play as well as a CBC Radio taping of the work and throughout the process found I was really liking the songs," says MacDougall, who was eventually encouraged to apply for a Canada Council grant to record the material.
     The jury that critiqued his proposal gave it the thumbs up and last year he entered Beta Studio with producer Colin Lay and put the nine (sic) songs to tape. MacDougall also stepped up to the microphone and did his own recitation of Robinson's poems.
     As of last month, MacDougall's third solo album was available under the title Ghost Trains: All of the Songs and Some of the Story.
     "I found a comfort zone reading the pieces but I don't consider it acting," said MacDougall, who'll perform the record - spoken word and songs in their entirety - with an impressive cast at Festival Place.
     Multi-instrumentalist / vocalist Mark Sterling, bass player / vocalist Ron Rault, guitarist Gary Koliger and drummer Scott Anderson will bring additional life to such tunes as Last of the Outlaws, Angel of the Mainline and the lengthy title track that will allow the players a chance to ride the musical rails and stretch out.
     "Tim Lee, who designed the album jacket, has come up with projections of the photos in the booklet and they'll cover the entire backdrop, from wall to wall and floor to ceiling," said MacDougall.
     Ghost Trains is just one more intriguing turn in MacDougall's career that includes major songwriting credits for the likes of k.d. lang, Ian Tyson and Randy Travis.

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16 Weekend
The Edmonton Sun, Friday, November 14, 2003
MacDougall's train not to be missed

By MIKE ROSS
Staff Writer
Stewart MacDougall brings his "train poetry" 
to Festival Place tonight
Mosey over, Ian Tyson. Stewart MacDougall is taking "cowboy poetry" to a new level - putting it on wheels and sending it off into the night. You might even say he's presenting one theatrical side to the age-old contest between the horse and the iron horse. Who will win - the horse or the train? Both figure prominently in the rhythms of country music, both are heavily romanticized. One can carry lots of emotional freight, the other will lovingly nuzzle your hand. 
   We shall see.
    MacDougall's unusual CD release for Ghost Trains: All of the Songs and Some of the Story, a mix of music and spoken word at Festival Place in Sherwood Park tonight, is not, he insists, an example of cowboy poetry. It's train poetry. The Ghost Trains CD is a turnabout to Mansel Robinson's 2001 Fringe play of the same name, for which MacDougall wrote the music.
   As the focus was on the narrative - a complex, romantic tale rich in railroad imagery-  the songs got the short shrift.It was, you might say, all of the story and some of the songs. MacDougall liked working on the project so much he decided to record an entire album with the songs fleshed out in a full band setting, including only some of the story. Hence the title of the show. 
   Perhaps an example of Robinson's "train poetry" is called for here.
   On the phone, MacDougall gladly obliges: "An eastbound freight drinks at the fuel stand. I shiver with the crows , hopping foot to foot for warmth. Clear signal, second hoot of the whistle, the tonnage groans, I swing on up and in, crouched in the rolling dark of the second unit, eye the floor for the railway cop. Safe. I spin a thermos cap, tea with lemon, sipping it's warmth, mainline and stars. In the fireman's seat I dream and she dances, dipped in white, icing up the aisle, wet dreams of her and me and her. And I wake at dawn in the blank INCO hills of Sudbury to buy these diamond slivers."
   MacDougall says he was inspired by Robinson's story and "romanticized" view of railroad culture. Also by the fact that trains are on their way out (and, sadly, more modern forms of transportation lack the essential rhythms of trains). Of course, one can always go back to horses, which never go out of style. (Take that, John Henry.)
   MacDougall considers himself an "honorary cowboy" by virtue of all the cowboy bands in which he's played. He also knows horses. "But in my continually confounding way, I ride English," he laughs, then explains the joke for all the non cowboys out there, "I do like the fox hunting kind of riding, the jumping over fences stuff. You couldn't get much ropin' done from an English saddle because there's nothin' to dally your rope onto."
   OK, then. But you've been on a horse at least once in the last month, right?
   "I'm on a horse once a week."
   In fact you're on a horse right now, aren't you?
   The honorary cowboy laughs. "I would be on a horse tomorrow if  I wasn't getting ready for this show."
   It must be comforting to know that once this train gig is done, MacDougall's faithful steed will be waiting for him. There's a message in there somewhere.

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Track Speed

There'll be no forty below
There'll be no taking the hole
No locomotive out of control
It's all track speed
That's all you'll need
Clear signals all the way home

Walk him to the station
Watch him swing aboard
Waving his lantern to the engineer 
While his train pulls out of the yard
Now those red tail lights
Are fading out of sight
You can see em if you squint real hard
You can see em if you pray real hard

A good man on the throttle
Knows every grade and bend
Money in your pocket
You won't ever need to spend
Now those red tail lights
Are flying through the night
You're riding with your one best friend
You're riding on your own tail end

There'll be no forty below
There'll be no taking the hole
No locomotive out of control
It's all track speed
That's all you'll need
Clear signals all the way home

Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
Music by Stewart MacDougall
© 2002 Mansel Robinson (SOCAN) & Trouble Clef Music Ltd. (SOCAN)
 

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Last of the Outlaws

He's the last of the outlaws
He'll go down in the books 
Wearing his watch and his chain
And his Grand Daddy’s boots
The silk suits all calling him Sir
While the ladies all smile
He's gonna be going in style
if it's just for a while

He's the last of the outlaws 
On the CPR line
His name's in the paper
It's on the telegraph wire
He'll burn up these rails
Before they tear up the track
He's the last of the outlaws
He's taking it back

He's the last of the outlaws
The last of his kind
Taking his chances 
Before they leave him behind
Taking his chances
Believing he'll never get caught
Believing in leaving with more 
than his grand daddy got

He's the last of the outlaws 
On the CPR line
His name's in the paper
It's on the telegraph wire
He'll burn up these rails
Before they tear up the track
He's the last of the outlaws
He's taking it back

Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
Music by Stewart MacDougall
© 2002 Mansel Robinson (SOCAN) & Trouble Clef Music Ltd. (SOCAN)
 

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Dark Territory

A black night on the mainline no stars or Northern Lights
A freight is pulling back into the darkness out of sight
There's no one at the throttle 
It hauls a dying man
Riding on the tail end
Final orders in his hand

Into Dark Territory
We'll go where we must go
Into Dark Territory
No one on the radio
In too dark territory we'll do what we must do
Into Dark Territory with no signals coming through

My father is a brakeman awash on the mainline
He ships out on the paper trains he keeps those trains on time
Rolling to the edge
To where the world begins
It's a slow train rolling God knows where
God's not saying anything

Into Dark Territory
We'll go where we must go
Into Dark Territory
No one on the radio
In too dark territory we'll do what we must do
Into Dark Territory with no signals coming through

In too dark territory
With no message coming through

Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
Music by Stewart MacDougall
© 2002 Mansel Robinson (SOCAN) & Trouble Clef Music Ltd. (SOCAN)
 

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Say Good-bye (To Diesel and Steam)

Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Goodbye to diesel and steam
Goodbye to the muscle of men and machines
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Goodbye to blue collar men
Goodbye to the world they´ve been travelling in
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

It's a ghost of a train that's still rolling
Still running on time
Outrunning the outlaws out on the mainline

Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Goodbye to a hard working breed
Goodbye to the yards and the darkness between
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

It's a ghost of a train that's still rolling
Still running on time
Outrunning the outlaws out on the mainline

Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Goodbye to diesel and steam
Goodbye to forever, goodbye to a dream
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
Music by Stewart MacDougall
© 2002 Mansel Robinson (SOCAN) & Trouble Clef Music Ltd. (SOCAN)
 

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97 Cars

Ninety-seven cars rock my dreams
Ninety-seven cars rolling through my veins
Ninety-seven cars pulling through the morning rain

Ninety-seven cars
I've got them all
I've got ninety-seven cars 
I'm gonna high ball to Montreal
With my ninety-seven cars
I've got a long, long train to haul

Ninety-seven cars 
and they're all mine
Ninety-seven reefer cars
rolling down the CP Line, mainline
Ninety-seven golden cars 
Just listen to those steel wheels whine

Ninety-seven cars rock my dreams
Ninety-seven cars rolling through my veins
Ninety-seven cars pulling through the morning rain

Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
Music by Stewart MacDougall
© 2002 Mansel Robinson (SOCAN) & Trouble Clef Music Ltd. (SOCAN)
 

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Angel Of The Mainline

I got a ten dollar room at the railroad hotel
I go to work when they call me
And I do my work well
But this living alone
is doing me in
My gut's full of liquor, I've got no heroine

Angel of the mainline
I have heard rumours of you
Angel of the mainline
The queen of the cupola blues
Angel of the mainline
I'm almost all out of steam
Sorry won't do for the damage I do
Are you only a mainliner's dream?

On a siding east of Bisco I'm sweating it out
I won't make it home
Of that I don't have any doubt
I'm always alone
when she whispers my name
And when I surrender this nightmare will finally fade

Angel of the mainline
I have heard rumours of you
Angel of the mainline
The queen of the cupola blues
Angel of the mainline
I'm almost all out of steam
Sorry won't do for the damage I do
Are you only a mainliner's dream?

Angel of the mainline
I have heard rumours of you
Angel of the mainline
I'm getting closer to you

Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
Music by Stewart MacDougall
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I Just Like Trains

My grampa was a fireman
Coal dust in his eye
My father rode the tail end
Swung a lantern all his life
My uncle he worked signals
I've laid my share of track
We've been working railroad
Long as we've been looking back
It's not about the money
It's not the way it seems
I just like trains

You might say I'm a bad man
You might say this ain't right
My wife says this ain't honest work
She packed the kids last night
My good friends will not run with me
My sister won't come by
But every time I try to quit
I hear that whistle cry 
It's not about the money
It's not the way it seems
I just like trains

Until you've shovelled coal
To bring her safely in on time
You'll never know my soul 
Or ever understand my mind
I've got a thousand dollar bill
Inside these worn out jeans 
But it's not about the money 
I just like trains
It's not about the money
It's not the way it seems
I just like trains

Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
Music by Stewart MacDougall
© 2002 Mansel Robinson (SOCAN) & Trouble Clef Music Ltd. (SOCAN)
 

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Ghost Trains

Steel wheels singing
Tail end swinging
Rolling into the sun
The Great North shivers when the ghost trains run
Coal fire burning
Big wheels turning
Rolling into your soul
The Great Shield quivers when the ghost trains roll

You know that track
You know that road
You broke your back 
You pulled your load
You know that crew
You know their code
You know that woman pouring coffee at forty-two below
Blood burning dirty as coal

You've run that line
You've made those lights
You've done your time 
You've won your fight
You're running clean
You're running tight
You're running straight into the morning from the outskirts of the night
Leaving her ragged but right

Steel wheels singing
Tail end swinging
Rolling into the sun
The Great North shivers when the ghost trains run
Coal fire burning
Big wheels turning
Rolling into your soul
The Great Shield quivers when the ghost trains roll

Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
Music by Stewart MacDougall
© 2002 Mansel Robinson (SOCAN) & Trouble Clef Music Ltd. (SOCAN)
 

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My Father Is A Brakeman

My father is a brakeman awash on the mainline
he ships out on paper trains and fast freight
he rolls to the edge where the World begins
where teasing cities glisten.
My mother walks the widow's walk till he lands home
plunder in hand, yarns to spice our soup.

The Canadian  like a pocket liner steams over this horizon.
Port holes snap-shot past (exotic postcards)
lives in transit from edge to edge,
the who, what , why, who knows,
the secrets of sailors.
Pirates too. A hobo gritty with distance
whole continents under his nails.
He knocks on our back door, stacks firewood for bread
for a swallow of draft, like doubloons, gold.
Then gone again, four boxcars ahead of the cops
no port in mind
wheels under his feet he sails.

At five and ten I dream this dream:
I wave from the shore, this black spruce shore.
I wave and wait. They sail.
They sail.

Mansel Robinson
© 2002 Mansel Robinson 
 

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Romance

It wasn't money drove my Uncle Sammy to the rails
not the promise  finally of steady work and pay.
Depression hit the family hard
four dark winters of Relief
Christmas turkey from the church
Grandpa proud but broke then finally broken.

But wasn't money sent Sammy to the road at sixteen years.
Wasn't money it was talk:
sunrise on the mainline
steam and speed, muscle and machines
dull men who flower into heroes in the wreckage in the dark
Romance clean and simple.
Wasn't duty  sent Sammy to the war
Democracy Freedom Hitler
God or Country
none of that
Deadheadin The Dominion one night
Five coaches full of Women's Army Corp a sweet smellin train
red heads and blue eyes and smooth shaved legs wherever he looked.

So Sammy joins up next month
no doubt dreamin skirt
the torpedoes hittin just offa Newphie
maybe still dreamin skirt
when they pluck him from the water
and dyin in the hospital train in Sudbury Yard
still railroadin, still romantic as hell.

Mansel Robinson 
© 2002 Mansel Robinson 
 

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Wits, Gut, Memory, Faith

There's still a place on the mainline called dark territory. Like the old maps that used to say, here be dragons to indicate mystery: unexplored oceans, the dark heart of Africa, the New World, here be dragons, dark territory. It's  a place not governed by the new technology, central traffic control, computer chips, fail-safe signals. The rules that govern this section are a hundred years old. Which doesn't make them necessarily wrong, it's just that the crew never knows if the train coming at them is following those same ancient rules.  You never know until it's too late, you never know until the head-on bump at a combined speed of 120 miles an hour. So you run your train by your wits, your gut, your memory - and your faith.

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Only In Dreams

We go into this pawn shop, my father and me, when I was a kid.  Been there before. Just a pawnshop. But today, today  behind the counter sits John A. MacDonald himself, pouch-eyed, whisky breath. He nods toward a shelf of tools, bucksaws and augers, grinding discs and vise grips, a wire brush. Then I see the reason for the nod.  I see the Last Spike has been pawned. You know the spike I mean, "Stand Fast Craigellachie", the last stitch in the twin silver ribbons, the last inches anchored in the sea to shining sea. Did it glitter?
No. As iron as any in the line, it glitters only in dreams. 
My father puts the last spike in my hand. He places it carefully in my hands. It's pocked with the hammer blows of Donald Smith and of the sectionmen who worked the line. For a second there I see rails crack from frost and over-tonnage, the spikes clawed out, the ties chopped in three by the tie-gang and burned on the slag. I see steel-gang rolling through the canyon with quarter mile rail and pneumatic machines. I hold this thing passed hand to hand, attic to attic, and finally abandoned here, rusted and for sale.

Mansel Robinson 
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I Only Ever Robbed One Train

I only ever robbed one train. 
And it wasn't a passenger, it was a freight.
I am an outlaw though. 
At least according to my father. 

Mansel Robinson 
© 2002 Mansel Robinson 
 

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Diamond Slivers

An east-bound freight drinks at the fuel stand
I shiver with the crows
hopping foot to foot for warmth.
Clear signal, second hoot of the whistle, the tonnage groans.
I swing up on and in, crouch
in the rolling dark of the second unit
eye the floor for the railroad cop. Safe.
I spin a thermos cap, tea with lemon
sipping at warmth, mainling stars.
In the fireman's seat I dream
She dances dipped in white icing up the aisle
wet dreams of her and me and her.
And I wake at dawn 
in the black INCO hills of Sudbury
to buy
these diamond slivers.

Mansel Robinson 
© 2002 Mansel Robinson 
 

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A Family Like Ours

A lazy son, a deadbeat, is the worst thing you can be in a family like ours. 
It just doesn't get any worse, at either end of the sentence, than saying, My son is a bum.
But I learned your craft: I memorized the rulebook, hundreds of rules. I can flag, I can protect track. I can signal with a lantern: stop; reduce speed; proceed; back; apply air; release air.
I know the rules: clear signal, approach slow signal, train orders, track torpedoes, whistle signals. Lining switches, CTC, blocks, extras, wayfreights and paper trains. I understand your job. Motor cars, air brakes, track speed and ballast. Gimme a little time I could figure out dispatching, straw-boss the tie-gang, sell the tickets, red-cap the baggage, cook the entrees, make up the lower berth. Head end, tail end, newsie, porter, steward and brakeman. Mainline, spur line, siding, double track, back track and van track, diamonds, frogs and fish-plates.

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Rollin Home

On the edge of his chair on the outskirts of the night
a conductor waits for his train
his eyes signal-red he's been waiting for years
hand shakin pouring the tea
the telephone rings -
he checks his kids he kisses his wife he's out the door
he's walking in the cool night air
his father's father's watch tickin honest in his pocket
his house his town his world snoring safe
and the diesels rumbling just as safe just up the street

The telephone rings on the outskirts of the night
it rings it rings it rings
so the call-boy goes hunting down the tail-end brakeman
cruises town on a CCM with a busted light and a banana seat
he checks the pool room the taproom the girlfriend's room
he checks the Legion Hall and the restaurant
finds Sonny down behind the high school
playin scrub with a day-glo softball
northern lights washin  green over God's lazy face
call-boy calls you gotta call Sonny you finally got a call
and Sonny at the plate
whacks high and inside out to the river
the day-glo ball glows like a fusee in the slow black water
got a call Sonny grins
gonna pay gotta pay wanna pay my bills

The telephone rings on the outskirts of the night
a hard-drinkin hog-head named Oily takes her on the first ring
takes his first call in thirty years stumbles to the fridge
with a rot gut ache
he packs his grip grinnin
he's called for a highball headin east lickety split
rickety split the clickety clack of a highball rollin east
The clickety clack of the telegraph too
though the wire's been sold off for scrap
the clickety clack the yakety yak
the yard office simply ahum ahum ahum
you hear us all again we've all taken the call
firemen signalmen baggage-men
a world of men farting and swearing
talking track speed and women
operators road-masters car knockers the boss the brass
we've all taken the call
our first call in years
and you say to Jimmy "hey Jimmy how's it goin?"
"can't kick" says Jimmy who retired in forty
"can't kick" he says "Jesus Christ I can barely walk"
but he's down here tonight 
he misses the boys 
he misses raliroadin
it gets in your blood though your blood burns dirty as coal.

The telephone wakes us at the edge of our dreams
going trappin goin fishin goin shoppin in the city
second year of college five years on the job
goin east goin west
and the long long gone comin home for the funerals-
auntie uncle grampa best friend
we're all comin and goin and the waiting room fills
and that train pulls in and we're
rollin

Thirty miles out from the edge of the end
a trackman's house and the kitchen lights on
you know this fellow, his kids and his wife
cause twenty years gone on a no-moon night
bust a boxcar knuckle and the snow waist deep
not his job at all but he's workin on his knees
the lady's pourin coffee at forty two below
yeah you know these people
yeah you know this road
and now 
now
you're 
rollin

In the heart of the heart of the bush now
rollin towards the sun
mist on the river
bull moose in the swamp
you whistle for the crossing a loon calling back
loon cry and whistle whistle and loon cry
the steel singin ahead of the wheels
she's rollin
steel singin
loon callin
a wolf on the tree line
a wolf rare as money
you're rollin
rollin
east to the sun

steel biting into steel 
it's hard to talk it's hard to walk
the radio has a stutter
but the dispatcher's givin you clear after clear after clear
you never take the hole you never get scooped
you got fast orders
the track bed's a cloud
you're flying like god

I'm sixteen and wild
and a rock 'n roll show comes to town not our town
Maple Leaf Gardens is twelve hours east on short steel and slag
but 902 sits quivering at the fuel stand
I crawl into the second unit
some old guy bummin from the west lying dirty on the floor
rollin through Sudbury yards and the railroad cops
rollin into West Toronto
old guy steppin off the runnin board
his ankles too old his toes too slow
boy how he bounces
bouncity bouncity bounce bounce in the Parkdale slag
but I come off grinnin just sixteen years of piss and vinegar
and steppin into rollin space
I hit the slag steamin
I'm dreamin
the Gardens ahowl with a rock 'n roll band
a brown-eyed girl dancing pretty in her seat
those nipples dancing in a tie-dyed shirt
she dances
she dances
I'm dreamin
she dances
she dances

I'm twelve years tall rollin west from Montreal
You and mom whisper weird and low
the end of the money  and the what we gonna do?
cause it's years before plastic
credit cards still just a wet dream in some banker's sheets
but Jesus Christ must be ridin this coach
cause your last dollar brings four plates of grub
the steward just railroading takin care of his own
and the night rolls me sleepy
rolls me dreamless on the steel
rollin
rollin 
rollin me home

I'm six years old nose flat to the glass
tradin black spruce swamp for fields full of cities
a spankin new world for my little bright eyes
Happy Birthday-Merry Christmas all rolling into one
living the changes
not arrival or departure
this journey's a gift they'll never take away
the newsie in the aisle selling chocolate milk and magazines
the planet big 'n swellin bigger with the Indian names:
Nemegosenda.  Biscotasing.  Pogamasing.
Not Arrivals or Departure lounge
But the real of the rollin
The words and the faces and the stories
The living
and the dying
and the dead

you're rollin
you're rollin

Mansel Robinson 
© 2002 Mansel Robinson 
 

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First Trip

I only ever robbed one train.
And I didn't exactly rob that train. 
Though there was a train.
Ninety-seven cars. Three locomotives. 
No caboose. 
But I didn't exactly rob that train. I stole it.
Me and my old man making our first trip together.

Mansel Robinson
© 2002 Mansel Robinson
 

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