Graham English

I cowrote this song many years ago with my former band, Fear The Monk. I had very little to do with the writing actually. I think I came up with a portion of the melody in the verse but none of the lyrics. I dig the groove in the chorus but not much more than that. There’s tons of lyrical problems and the melody lacks contrast or interest. But we put so much sweat into it that I want to give it a home here in the archive.

It’s been a long time
It’s bitter sweet to see you
I’m going home now
Your streets aren’t as mean
It’s like a movie
Where every thing’s distorted
Situations, never would have dreamed

There was no where to hold on to
When the door closed on the train

So much stronger
No bridges to cross
It’s been a long time
This town will never change

Ants proudly marching
Past houses built of boxes
They stare ahead here
Eyes rarely meet

The doors fly open
And fly passed the masses
Between the people
The steam paints the streets

She awakened from her trance
When the man called her name

So much stronger
No bridges to cross
It’s been a long time
This town will never change

Well it’s a dog fight
The winners still lose
This islands sinking
Sir can you spare some change

Such a long time it’s been, such a long time
Such a long time it’s been, such a long time
Such a long time, such a long time, such a long time

So much stronger
No bridges to cross
It’s been a long time
This town will never change

Well it’s a dog fight
The winners still lose
This islands sinking
Sir can you spare some change

Fear The Monk – Trains

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