Yes, should have mentioned that, it's not like I've seen them live recently or anythingSticking with the Scooter theme, Nessaja features the line
"It's not a bird, it's not a plane ...
It must be Dave who's on the train..."

Yes, should have mentioned that, it's not like I've seen them live recently or anythingSticking with the Scooter theme, Nessaja features the line
"It's not a bird, it's not a plane ...
It must be Dave who's on the train..."
Surprised that sort of sentiment isn't roundly condemned on here, given that barely six months goes by between examples of The Clash being criticised online or in print for the cover image on the Combat Rock LP. Also someone needs to explain to Mr. Mars that emotional blackmail isn't actually a praiseworthy tactic when it comes to romance!Bruno Mars - Grenade
“I’d jump in front of a train for you”
Finchley Central - Northern Line: New Vaudiville Bandday by day generation x
Day by day, look what the papers say
Day by day, look what the papers say
Stranded in the jungle
Trapped inside the tube
Hate your next door neighbour
Cos he's got more than you
Going round and round / day by day
On the cirlce line
Round and round
i wonder what other songs mention specific lines
I've always wondered if "Vulcan Forge" in the first line of that song was a reference to Vulcan Foundry at Newton-le-WillowsTry Motorhead - Ridin' with the Driver
Ridin’ with the Driver Lyrics
Iron child out of Vulcan's forge
Metal scream and thrash
Red steel in the driving wheel
Hear the pistons clash
Black dragon breathing
Big black smoke
Howling up the tracks
I'm riding on the thunder chief
Spit in the Devil's eye
No force on earth can stop me now
I like to see them try
Hey, hey, ridin' with the driver
Juggernaut comin' down the line, hear the banshee cry
Engineer like to lose his mind. glory in his eye
Too fast to live this way, too young to die
I'm ridin' on the Thunderchief, spit in the devil's eye
No force on earth can stop me now
Like to see 'em try
Hey, hey ridin' with the Driver
Hold tight, feel the drivers bite, hear the whistle moan
Engine rockin' to the left and right, vibratin' in my bones
Once the locomotive steals your soul, you got a Casey Jones
I'm ridin' on the Thunderchief, spit in the devil's eye
No force on earth can stop me now
Like to see 'em try
Hey, hey ridin' with the Driver
I'm ridin' on the Thunderchief, spit in the devil's eye
No force on earth can hurt me now, kiss your ass goodbye
My my, ridin' with the Driver
Can't imagine it being anything else.I've always wondered if "Vulcan Forge" in the first line of that song was a reference to Vulcan Foundry at Newton-le-Willows
There was also a US Vulcan Iron Works that built steam locomotives:Can't imagine it being anything else.
Mike Donald did a few.Song of relatively recent date, "in the folk idiom", to a rousing tune -- always liked by me: concerning the building of the Settle & Carlisle route.
In the year of '69 they planned to run a train
From Settle to Carlisle all across the mountain range:
They employed three thousand navvies to build this mighty road --
Across the fells to Appleby, that old steam engine rolled.
CHORUS --
And it's up in the morning, lads,
In wind, snow or hail --
Put your hands to your hammers, lads
And lay another rail.
It's seventy-two miles from Settle to Carlisle,
Across the roughest country in the British Isles* --
They thought it would take four years, but it took them nearer seven,
And the first twenty miles sent four hundred men to heaven.
* factually, very dubious -- however, "poetic license" ...
They set up shanty-towns to protect them from the cold:
Inkerman, Sebastopol, and Batty Wife Hole --
And when they tired of women, and drinking of strong beer,
They took to fighting bare-fist-style, and they came from far and near.
Now when the winter came, it froze them to the floor,
It blew them off the viaducts, it killed them on Blea Moor:
Some died of the smallpox, some of cholera --
Old Chapel and St. Leonards have many buried there.
So if you ride this famous line across the heathered fells,
When crossing Ribblehead Viaduct, remember the tale I tell --
There's Mallerstang and Ais Gill, and Dentdale's lovely wilds;
And navvy lads a-slaving from Settle to Carlisle.