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That aforementioned tune about a choo-choo ride to oblivion, “Desert Train,” feels like perpetual acceleration, somehow evoking the hormonal itchiness of ’80s hair metal without exuding a molecule of cheeky wink-wink.

By stark contrast, no one these days runs screaming from a movie theater to escape certain ruin from the moving picture of an onrushing choo-choo.

He said the police department came into town and gave him a "choo-choo train" — and he still recalls that gesture of kindness all these years later, he said.

At one point, Carmello dances to “The Steam Train” with a locomotive “choo-choo.”

This is white-tablecloth Yemeni cooking disguised as mall food, and my mind is racing faster than that choo-choo doing laps next to me.