TERMINUS (EAST) Words byZan, tune 'Terminus Est' by Julia Ecklar The tube train pulls away from Turnham Green Its engine crotchety and loud Passengers sway around me Unconsciousness has bound me Bound me to an aisle seat in the midst of a crowd. An ancient seat the one I have and hold An ancient lesson I do learn If your day's been too taxing Your muscles start relaxing Then you crack your head each time the train makes a turn I must not sleep although my brain is fried Intoxication is a sin I take one drink with brothers Then follow that with others So begins a contest that I never can win... My stomach's churning and it makes me groan No longer can I see aright The drunkard's penance claws me My transportation draws me Out of Aldgate station into Underground night. The trains of London Transport of uncounted journeys smell Their stations mark the borders between living death and hell... Now as I slumber in the howling dark Despair is in her finest hour Again I hit my poor head Awaken cold and half dead Feeling like a mouldy cake left out in a shower... (All the sweet green icing flowing down--sorry, wrong song.) So I must pay the price of what I've done The blame and suffering are all mine I stumble, nearly falling Upminster porters calling Me to leave the train 'cause it's the end of the line Or I must stay locked in until a new sun will shine.