EVENING TRAIN ROB MATHES Page 2 Page 3 01 Prelude (Evening Train) Gonna ride the evening train Gonna ride it all night long Gonna hear the whistle blow Then I know I’m gone No turning back Evening train rushing down the track ARTIST : 000000000000 DESIGNER : 000000000000 TITLE : 000000000000 COMPANY : 000000000000 cd301c • cd booklet – full spread • ccg6.0 • CATALOGUE No. : 000000000000 revised 12 apr 2000 CONTACT No. : 000000000000 PAGES : 000000000000 DATE : 000000000000 FORMAT : 000000000000 REVISION : 000000000000 PAGE 4 PAGE 5 Fatman Come tomorrow, I got alot of plans Come tomorrow, I’ll change my world Come tomorrow, I’ll know what to do and when to do it And I’ll remove the sword from the stone It’s a funny misunderstanding I carry around in my head CHORUS A conundrum that couldn’t be true but tonight, this eternal night In a world that doesn’t lack for trouble and dread which seems to last forever I’ve been chosen for the chosen few stay with me, if you would, CHORUS if you please, if you can And I remember every night I’d pray spend some time with a fatman For a miracle to come my way Come tomorrow, I’m gonna move myself And now it seems I find myself on a regular basis Come tomorrow, I’ll seek a cure Resting in your arms at the end of the day but today, I guess I like sitting here End Of The Day I am looking at pictures taken of you and I and soon I’ll fall asleep for sure There is love in your eyes no doubt CHORUS But how can beauty and grace possibly be mine? I want to cross over No I can’t quite figure it out I want to cross over the water CHORUS but the ripples in the ocean It is funny to wake up and find you’re not alone and the shifting of the sea And you were never dreaming at all has hypnotized me I will make this my study in gratitude Come tomorrow, I got alot of plans Somebody heard my call CHORUS Cause I remember every silent night Wondering what the heavens would say ROB- GUITAR SOLOS And now it seems I find myself in a privileged position BILLY- TELECASTER RHYTHM Resting in your arms at the end of the day JAN- LOOP PROGRAMMING 03 IAN CRON- BACKGROUND VOCALS 02 ZEV KATZ- ACOUSTIC BASS ARTIST : 000000000000 DESIGNER : 000000000000 TITLE : 000000000000 COMPANY : 000000000000 cd301c • cd booklet – full spread • ccg6.0 • CATALOGUE No. : 000000000000 revised 12 apr 2000 CONTACT No. : 000000000000 PAGES : 000000000000 DATE : 000000000000 FORMAT : 000000000000 REVISION : 000000000000 PAGE 6 PAGE 07 Next Stop DAVID MANN- ALTO SAX SOLO 04 ARTIST : 000000000000 DESIGNER : 000000000000 TITLE : 000000000000 COMPANY : 000000000000 cd301c • cd booklet – full spread • ccg6.0 • CATALOGUE No. : 000000000000 revised 12 apr 2000 CONTACT No. : 000000000000 PAGES : 000000000000 DATE : 000000000000 FORMAT : 000000000000 REVISION : 000000000000 PAGE 20 PAGE 5 Gonna take the 7:10 to Boston She’s got tiny hands get to South Station ‘bout 11:45 She can’t really speak a word yet Gonna take the 7:10 to Boston Why does she command such rapt attention? get to South Station ‘bout 11:45 Often cries, often screams Evening Train take this tired, tired man At the littlest commotion and bring him back alive 05 And her bad dreams are the end of the world see my Grandpa drove the steam train Sentimental man, why are you convinced ‘til the diesel came around She holds the answers? Then my Grandpa drove the diesel train She’s purity precious, cuddly sweet Providence to Boston , back on down But the world turns on Evening Train, stop in Providence CHORUS 06 I gotta get out and kiss the ground, that sacred ground It’s her tiny hands CHORUS How they open my eyes Gonna ride the evening train She’s got tiny hands Gonna ride it all night long And she rubs my nose in the real thing Gonna hear the whistle blow In the real thing Then I know I’m gone She’s got tiny hands No turning back When she claps, they often fail to meet Evening train rushing down the track And even when they do Now my Grandma rides for free, now that Grandpa’s gone They don’t make a sound Grandma rides for free, now that Grandpa’s gone She’s got small shoes She likes to ride the Evening Train But a sizable smile She likes to ride it all night long Evening Train And she shines that light Tiny Hands She says sometimes she feels him Wherever she goes when the wheels start to crank and groan Sentimental man, why do you believe She says sometimes she feels him Your sons and daughters when the wheels start to crank and groan Will grow up to be he use to love to blow the whistle Messengers of hope and doctors that find a cure? he loved to hear the engine moan CHORUS CHORUS BRIDGE Now my Grandpa thought that music She’s an open book, she’s an open door was straight from heaven above She’s an open invitation, a proof of the equation my Grandpa thought that music A little less is a little more was straight from God in his heaven above She’s got tiny hands but the sound of a train in the middle of the night They make messes all over the place Now well...... that’s true love. She’s got tiny hands CHORUS and she scratches my face She’s got tiny hands DAVID- ALTO SAX SOLO And she’s always surprised BILLY- SLIDE GUITAR That I’m still there MARC- STEAM TRAIN ELECTRIC GUITAR When she pulls those hands from her eyes ROB- TOY PIANO, VIVIAN CHERRY- VOCALS Where else would I be? MARC- ELECTRIC TENOR GUITAR AND TIPPLE 'cept with the real thing BILLY- MAIN MELODIC ELECTRIC GUITAR ARTIST : 000000000000 DESIGNER : 000000000000 TITLE : 000000000000 COMPANY : 000000000000 cd301c • cd booklet – full spread • ccg6.0 • CATALOGUE No. : 000000000000 revised 12 apr 2000 CONTACT No. : 000000000000 PAGES : 000000000000 DATE : 000000000000 FORMAT : 000000000000 REVISION : 000000000000 PAGE 6 PAGE 19 Tomorrow creeps in Wolves roam the streets in the darkness Tomorrow creeps in Frost destroys the fruit in the vineyard And my little girl asks me a question About the violence she occasionally stumbles on I wanna be plastic, I wanna be plastic And I wonder I wanna be easy to use, long lasting CHORUS 1 I wanna be plastic About another world, there is another world I wanna be liquid, shaped in any way I’ve read the prophecy and the poetry I wanna be molded, transparent I’ve noticed all the signs, yet despite these times I wanna be plastic I don’t want to wait for it Cause I’m tired of flesh and bone I don’t want to live for another world I’m not hopeless, I’m trying, but my dreams are dying Tomorrow creeps in I wanna be attractive, I wanna be decorative More dreams like burnt wood, the ashes are blown away I wanna be reasonable, low budget Tomorrow creeps in I wanna be plastic The days are like grass Manufactured, wrapped in cellophane The wind passes over and we’re gone I wanna be tied up, sitting on a shelf And my little girl asks me a question I wanna be plastic About the destruction she occasionally stumbles on Cause I’m tired of flesh and bone And I tell her I’’m not lifeless, I’m breathing, but my heart is sleeping CHORUS 2 08 I wanna be resistant, I wanna be immortal There is another world, there is another world I wanna look like gold or silver I’ve read the prophecy and the poetry I wanna be synthetic I’ve noticed all the signs, yet despite these times I wanna look like gold or silver I don’t want to wait for it I wanna withstand the heat I don’t want to live for another world Cause I’m tired of flesh and bone, tired of blood and water 07 Go angel and tell the news Tired of sights and sounds, grinding teeth, the pecking order I know I got a home at last Am I jaded??? Well.............. sorta Go sister and tell the news I wanna be....... plastic I know I got a home at last A woman named Penny wrote that song ROB- ELECTRIC GUITAR SOLOS and when she wrote it she knew she wasn’t wrong MARC- DINOSAUR GUITAR Another World She could see the lining of the other side BILLY- WEEPING GUITAR Beyond birds, beyond sky JAN- LOOP PROGRAMMING CHORUS 3 A portion of one of the loops appears courtesy of That there is another world, there is another world Spectrasonics - Distorted Reality and there the sorrow and the sighing Shall all flee away, still I say VANEESE THOMAS- VOCAL ON BRIDGE I want to believe like that MIKE HARVEY- ALL OTHER BACKGROUNDS I want a faith like that (I Wanna Be) Plastic WILLIAM WOODWORTH- ENGLISH HORN Just don’t want to live SHAWN- ORIGINAL LOOPS For another world ARTIST : 000000000000 DESIGNER : 000000000000 TITLE : 000000000000 COMPANY : 000000000000 cd301c • cd booklet – full spread • ccg6.0 • CATALOGUE No. : 000000000000 revised 12 apr 2000 CONTACT No. : 000000000000 PAGES : 000000000000 DATE : 000000000000 FORMAT : 000000000000 REVISION : 000000000000 PAGE 18 PAGE 7 10 Don’t Let Me Fall Don’t let me fall, Don’t let me fall As a stone falls on the hard ground Or a snow flake, when the snow turns to freezing rain Don’t let me fall, don’t let me fall I met you in the classroom, you turned your head away Don’t let my hands dry as the twigs of a tree But I kept my eyes on you and I followed you around all day When the wind beats down the last leaf I slept twelve hours baby, I want to sleep some more CHORUS Cause when I sleep I dream, ‘bout how it was before Come near to me , help me to know thy ways Years later in a dusty room, I caught you looking at me Help me to understand I went home and prayed dear God, with that woman’s where I want to be Come near to me and somehow, if you can I slept twelve hours baby, I want to sleep some more Hold me gently, in the palm of your hand Cause when I sleep I dream, ‘bout how it was before Don’t let me fall, Don’t let me fall You agreed to see me Like a bird trembling terrified You said once will do On a windowpane, in a hurricane But I leaned over and I whispered in your ear, “Baby I’m in love with you I have asked you for so much, and I know I’m bound to stumble and I have been since I was a little boy.