This song alone started me on the Locost Journey...
After a year of layoff from building, I´m planning to restart this new year...
Enjoy...

My uncle has a country place...
Noone knows about....

He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law

And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight

To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits


Must sing/type quicker.

[Edited on 26/12/10 by Confused but excited.]

Jump to the ground
As the turbo slows to cross the borderline

Run like the wind,
As excitement shivers up and down my spine

My uncle preserved for me an old machine,
For fifty-odd years.
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.


I think I´ll be the car loving uncle in fifty-odd years from now...