sorenbarrett

Hold on

In a mine, rails decline

To the rock beneath

From this hole, they steal the mountain\'s soul

on this grave hangs a wreath

 

To connect the cars, a man named Lars

recently wed

he stood between, to the engineer unseen,

as the engine moved ahead

 

In Lars haste, he was caught at the waist,

326 tons held back his blood,

a consummated marriage, to the other carriage

to release the pressure would unloose a flood

 

Coupled in the train, didn\'t affect his brain,

the coupler around him in a metallic hug

Knowing he would die, when open they did pry

the coupler they didn\'t dare unplug

 

While there was life, they sent for his wife,

to say his final farewell

As the cars parted, so his soul departed

as his top and bottom uncoupled as well

 

On one train car, a tagger\'s bar

was latter discovered

made of earth is my berth”

could be seen with dirt covered

 

On the other, a graffiti brother,

could be read

I\'ll ride on, when my load is gone”

did they refer to the cars or the dead?