"Morning Train" by Sheena Easton: classic or dud

I wake up every mornin', I stumble out of bed
Stretchin' and yawnin', another day ahead
It seems to last forever, and time goes slowly by
Till babe and me's together, then it starts to fly

'Cause the moment that he's with me, time can take a flight
The moment that he's with me, everything's alright
Night time is the right time, we make love
Then it's his and my time, we take off

CHORUS:
My baby takes the morning train,
He works from nine till five and then,
He takes another home again to find me waitin' for him

REPEAT CHORUS

He takes me to a movie, or to a restaurant, to go
Slow dancing, anything I want
Only when he's with me, I catch light
Only when he gives me, makes me feel alright

CHORUS:
My baby takes the morning train,
He works from nine till five and then,
He takes another home again to find me waitin' for him

All day I think of him, dreamin' of him constantly
I'm crazy mad for him, and he's crazy mad for me
When he steps off that train, I'm heading for, a fight
Work all day to earn his pay, so we can play all night

CHORUS:
My baby takes the morning train,
He works from nine till five and then,
He takes another home again to find me waitin' for him

(chorus repeats out)

He's always on that morning train
He works so hard
To find me waiting for him...

Only her sixth best!!! I don't think I know six Sheena Easton singles. Maybe I need to explore the Easton oeuvre further. Her Bond song's pretty good too.

Huh? Perhaps she refused to say 'head'.

The French version's better:

Quand tu es dans la lune
Les idées en panne
Je me voudrais brune
Comme une gitane
Me glisser entre tes doigts
Et puis me brûler
Me consumer pour toi
N'être que fumée
Quand tu es dans ce monde
Où tes rêves t'entraînent
Je me voudrais blonde
Comme une américaine
Être douce et sage ou sucrée
T'emmener sur mon nuage de fumée

L'amour c'est comme une cigarette
Ça brûle et ça monte à la tête
Quand on ne peut plus s'en passer
Tout ça s'envole en fumée.
L'amour c'est comme une cigarette
Ça flambe comme une allumette
Ça pique les yeux ça fait pleurer
Et ça s'envole en fumée.

Je peux être française
En robe bleue
Anglaise,
Si tu le veux
Ou être à la menthe
En bague dorée
Ne crois-pas que je mente
Tout n'est que fumée

L'amour c'est comme une cigarette
Ça flambe comme une allumette
Ça pique les yeux ça fait pleurer
Et ça s'envole en fumée

On fait tout un tabac
Quand l'amour s'en vient ou s'en va
On est les cigarettes
Qu'il roule quand il a envie
Et je deviens fumée
Pour t'intoxiquer
De moi
Blonde ou brune
Brune ou blonde
Je le serai pour toi

L'amour c'est comme une cigarette
Ça brûle et ça monte à la tête
Quand on ne peut plus s'en passer
Tout ça s'envole en fumée
L'amour c'est comme une cigarette
Ça flambe comme une allumette
Çapique les yeux ça fait pleurer
Et ça s'envole en fumée.

L'amour c'est comme une cigarette
Ça flambe comme une allumette
Ça pique les yeux ça fait pleurer
Et ça s'envole en fumée.

The other five, in order: Just Another Broken Heart, Sugar Walls, Machinery, When He Shines and aforementioned Modern Girl (sorry, thought her Bond song was a bit ploddy).

When you are in the moon the broken down ideas I would like myself brown Like a gipsy to slip to Me between your fingers And then to burn me to consume Me for you only to be smoked When you are in this world Where your dreams involve you I would be liked fair Like American Être soft and wise or sweetened to take You along on my cloud of smoke The love it is as a cigarette That burns and that goes up to the head When one cannot do All that without it any more flies away in smoke. The love it is as a cigarette That flames like a match That pricks the eyes that made cry And that flies away in smoke. I can wear French an English blue dress, If you want it Or being with mint Out of gilded ring do not believe-not that I lie All is only smoked The love it is as a cigarette That flames like a match That pricks the eyes that made cry And that flies away in smoke A whole tobacco is made When the love is come from there or from One goes away is the cigarettes Which it rolls when it wants And I become smoked to poison you ego Blonde or brown Brune or fair I am it for you The love it is as a cigarette That burns and that goes up to the head When one cannot do All that without it any more flies away in smoke the love it is as a cigarette That flames like a Çapique match the eyes that made cry And that flies away in smoke. The love it is as a cigarette That flames like a match That pricks the eyes that made cry And that flies away in smoke.

I don't know what the hell it means, but that is just f*cking beautiful. That first line is like Gerard de Nerval or something!

Re: Sugar Walls - did Sheena approach Prince or was it the other way around?

"Love is just like a cigarette
It burns and it goes to your head
And when you find that you are hooked
It all goes up in smoke
Love is just like smoking a fag
Just when you think you've found your match
It smarts your eyes and makes you cry
As it all goes up in smoke"

Can anyone improve on that?

That was one of the best ones!

marcello do you remeber the name of the programme that followed her career, chronicled her starting out, put her in the public consciousness etc - i think it may have been presented by esther rantzen and i definitely remember a v young sheena visiting dusty springfield for career advice...

The song is classic though.

hahahah. i was just about to say that this seems like something bimble would have liked, and then realized he posted here.

anyway, i love/hate this song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-h2BtQzbUQ