This is me talking about "The Train Song", a song off of our latest album about (you guessed it) trains! The headline for this could be called, "Trains: Can't Stop, Won't Stop". Or "I Think I Can, I Think I Can." Or perhaps "Back On Track: Kicking Your Coal Addiction". For now, we'll go with the following because its also fitting and doubles as an introduction... "All Aboard, Kids, There Are Yuppies To Rob!"

Trains. Everybody loves them. I love them. You love them. Your late grandfather loved them. Or was that my late grandfather? Perhaps he was conceived on a train? Or was it this song that was conceived on a train? You know, I get a lot of things mixed up from time to time (get that from my grandfather) but one thing that can definitely be agreed upon: we're all loco for locomotives.

I knew I wanted to write a train song, long ago. I started writing it before releasing our first album, but there just wasn't enough room for it. I'm glad, too, because of how much it has evolved in a good way since then. The steel shop where I worked was nestled in a dank crumbly brick room of an old woolen mill that had shut down years prior and been recovered and turned into barely rentable (or legal) workspace. Every couple of hours the train (the one that used to deliver to this mill before it shut down and now just carried typical freight) would roll by, sounding its warning blasts that clearly exclaimed, "Get out of the way or don't - I'm not stopping." A train's attitude is fierce and powerful. They're the pioneers of Can't stop Won't Stop. True as it is, I tend to relate to this attitude. The Little Engine That Could taught us how to believe in ourselves. Thomas the Tank Engine taught us to trust ourselves and be headstrong. And the Wild West Lego sets told us that robbing trains could be fun! Which brings me to the lyrics...

The lyrics mean several things to me. The song invites you right on board a train that just so happens to be the target of a robbery, by a notorious group of outlaws. This gang includes: Dynamite Davey, Geronimo Joe, Sam I Is, and Harry the Hurricane. None of them are historical, per se, but all of them are very real. The song is a call to arms, to get the led out and get your can on board because you're either kissing ass or kicking ass and there's no time for dilly-dalliers! The chorus is as follows: "nowhere to go, nowhere to stay, you need a home to run away. Always going, always leaving, whistle blowing, engine steaming." If you don't have a home, you're not really running away or leaving, are you? You're just in constant, crazy motion. Or constant, loco-motion...

Oh man, I almost just thought of another possible title for this blog. But I think I lost my train of thought... I digress! Check out the track, climb aboard with us, and let off some steam. Just be sure to leave your pearls and pocket watches at the station. And enjoy the ride!

Choo-Choo, Travelers. -Zach