The Last Resort

A great blogger i follow (bereavedsingleparentdad) recently brought to mind one of my favourite (non-rock !) songs and i realised i had not heard it in quite a long time…

So here it is:

and that reminded me of another of my favourite tracks, which again i have not played for far too long….

(I recommend finding a comfy chair, getting your best headphones, waiting till 9:30 on the video (or skipping to it if your pressed for time) close your eyes and imagine you are on board a transcontinental train watching the telegraph wires pass by as you stare at the awesome scenery out the large panorama window…) 🙂

 

Telegraph Road.

A long time ago came a man on a track.
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load
where he thought it was the best
Made a home in the wilderness

He built a cabin
and a winter store.
And he ploughed up the ground
by the cold lake shore,
And the other travellers
came walking down the track
And they never went further,
no, they never went back

Then came the churches,
then came the schools
Then came the lawyers,
then came the rules
Then came the trains
and the trucks with their load
And the dirty old track
was the Telegraph Road

Then came the mines,
then came the ore
Then there was the hard times,
then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song
about the world outside
Telegraph Road got so deep
and so wide
Like a rolling river

And my radio says tonight
it’s gonna freeze
People driving home
from the factories
There’s six lanes of traffic
Three lanes moving slow
I used to like to go to work
but they shut it down
I’ve got a right to go to work
but there’s no work here to be found
Yes, and they say we’re gonna have to pay what’s owed
We’re gonna have to reap from some seed that’s been sowed.

And the birds up on the wires
and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away
from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out
their telegraph code
All the way
down the Telegraph Road

Well, I’d sooner forget,
but I remember those nights Yeah,
life was just a bet
on a race between the lights
You had your hand on my shoulder,
you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder
like you don’t seem to care
But just believe in me baby
and I’ll take you away
From out of this darkness
and into the day
From these rivers of headlights,
these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives
on the streets with these names.

‘Cause I’ve run every red light on memory lane
I’ve seen desperation explode into flames
And I don’t wanna see it again
From all of these signs saying
“Sorry but we’re closed”
All the way – down the Telegraph Road

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