Ian Anderson - Homo Erraticus: 7. The Engineer (1847) | Текст песни

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• Homo Erraticus: 7. The Engineer (1847)

All along the new straight track we plough the old fields under.
Seven good feet and a quarter inch, broad rails to steal the thunder.
100 picks in ’36 sent navvies to meet their maker
as black Box Tunnel worms its way past the Company undertaker.

(Chorus) Hot, cast in iron, the engineer: God bless Isambard!
Piston-scraping, furnace-busting, (he) plays the winning card.

Rain, Steam, Speed at Maidenhead – Turner’s vision wide.
Over bridges, girders, hot-driven rivets safely guide
passenger wagons from Paddington to Bristol’s briny blue.
On to break the waves, with a thousand horses, turn the churning screw.

(Chorus) Hard, cast in iron, that engineer: God bless Isambard!
Piston-scraping, furnace-busting, (he) plays the winning card.

But those bonnie lads from way ‘oop North, had to have the final laugh:
the ripe new age was the standard gauge, four foot, eight and a half.
And rolling out across all Europe, across the mad, bad Empire world
came the age of steam and engines roaring, bold brazen Jack unfurled.
Arching palaces at Praed Street, stand lofty and serene;
home to their maker and the two broad miles to sleepy Kensal Green.