There's a life in which I am a grand locomotive
She boarded my cab and set into great motion
The pistons revolved on the tracks set about
And I sang to her, smoke billowing out from my mouth
Monster of metal, I silently loved her
Caressing her breast with the move of my wheel
She slept in my cab upon great seats of leather
Her red heart repeating, the monster could feel
And once, when the train finally screeched to a halt
Amongst endless crowds drinking liquor and malt
The woman soon left me, yet I barreled on
This train lived its life in a great marathon
Giant of iron, I silently loved her
Careening through canyons, remembering that smell
Of sweat and of sleeping and of self-concious thinking
The train couldn't cry but its coals burnt like hell
There's a life in which I am a grand locomotive
Seamless in sight, trapped in infinite motion
One day, I'll wake up to a great frame of steel
that encases my heart and confines me to wheels
The avant-pop of Griffin Brown works elements of free jazz and experimental electronic music into its tapestry of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2021