Keith Rayburn Takes Listeners on a Haunting Journey of Solitude with 'Lonely Train'

Well, imagine the sound of solitude cruising down a line long past its been converted to rust. And now you're riding the “Lonely Train” of Keith Rayburn. Slow wheels of an idle railway, only fading slowly with the shadows after it. His warm guitar riffs and wistful harmonica make for an ideal complement to his country-tinged croon, which navigates smoothly through pained verses of despair and defeat. His voice is very lonely wanderer-like and somber. The tune embodies the aural sense of ambulating through a topographical realm of bereavement and meditative introversion.
“Lonely Train” feels as though it plays right into the old folk tradition of finding peace at a slow-moving trains pace, with lyrics drenched in imagery that could be carried from one hundred years ago — or today. It's RAYBURN'S gift in giving loneliness the form of an old friend rather than a temporary stranger that transcends 'Lonesome' into a morbidly introspective sing-a-long for those who find beauty in life between stops.
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