From b473a639880b05c2cfda030979a4abc4bf7f2e29 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: St33v Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2026 15:10:51 +1100 Subject: flatten artists, i.e. remove un-needed st33vRecords/ dir --- st33vRecords/eli/message/slowtrain/track.eno | 105 --------------------------- 1 file changed, 105 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 st33vRecords/eli/message/slowtrain/track.eno (limited to 'st33vRecords/eli/message/slowtrain/track.eno') diff --git a/st33vRecords/eli/message/slowtrain/track.eno b/st33vRecords/eli/message/slowtrain/track.eno deleted file mode 100644 index f303342..0000000 --- a/st33vRecords/eli/message/slowtrain/track.eno +++ /dev/null @@ -1,105 +0,0 @@ -more_label: Lyrics - ---more - -[VERSE 1] -I got on at Blood on the Tracks -Midwinter, mid-thirties, suitcase cracked -Tangled Up in Blue seats, torn upholstery -Every love’s a wound if you tell it closely - -He’s beside me, hat pulled low -Says names don’t matter, then says his does -Talks in riddles, coughs up smoke -Says truth is just a different joke - -[PRE-CHORUS] -I ask him straight, he laughs and stalls -Says “I contain multitudes” then denies it all - -[CHORUS] -First rule of Bob D -You don’t explain Bobby D -Second rule, you change the tune -Right when they start to listen -I’m riding shotgun with a ghost and a grin -Trying to work out where belief begins -Slow train coming, fast blood drying -Am I watching history -Or am I next in line? - -[VERSE 2] -He says Desire’s just a mask -Scarlet bandana, rolling cast -Hurricane stories, violin crime -Truth bends better when it rhymes - -Street-Legal sermons, horns too loud -Choir creeping in from the crowd -I say “Is this where faith kicks in?” -He says “Kid, faith is a different skin” - -[PRE-CHORUS] -He points ahead, track starts to glow -Says “You don’t find God — He boards you slow” - -[CHORUS] -First rule of B. D. -Never trust the phase -Third rule, burn the map -Fourth rule, praise and blame -Blood on the tracks, then a ticket stub -From heartbreak hotel to the Book of Job -Slow Train Coming, no return fare -I don’t know if I’m following -Or already there - -[BRIDGE – UNRELIABLE NARRATOR] -Maybe he’s real -Maybe he’s me -Maybe I read him into history -Charlemagne with a harmonica crown -Founding empires, burning them down - -He says “Saved isn’t irony” -I say “Neither is Shot of Love” -He says “You want sincerity?” -I say “Yeah — but not enough” - -[BREAK] -The train won’t stop -The questions stack -Every answer changes the track - -[VERSE 3] -He quotes scripture, then quotes himself -Leaves both unlabeled on the shelf -I say “Did you mean it?” -He says “At the time” -Which feels like truth -Or feels like a crime - -I check my reflection in the window glass -See Eli Mercer wearing someone else’s past -If he could pivot, vanish, return -What’s the lesson I’m meant to learn? - -[FINAL CHORUS] -First rule of influence -You swear you’re not influenced -Second rule, deny the debt -While you’re counting interest -Blood on the tracks, slow train hum -Faith or fracture, here it comes -He tips his hat, says “You’ll be fine” -Leaves me alone -With a voice that sounds like mine - -[OUTRO] -Train keeps rolling -Names decay -History’s just a long delay -If Dylan’s Charlemagne, what am I then? -Another passenger -Learning when ---more -- cgit v1.3