Written On An Indian Train.

[Mad Matt]

To stop the train pull the chain
To stop all this would be insane
On a train a mile long
Seated with the writhing throng
Buying Teas for six rupees
From elderly wallahs with gammy knees
Filled with workers from Mangalore
Heading home to get married to the girl next door
There is some dirt the fans don’t work
Under the seats mice may lurk
The seats are dirty and some have stains
But at least it's better than Virgin trains
Before my eyes India flies
Every mile a new surprise
Rhythmic rails clitter and clatter
Hiding the noise of Hindi chatter
Through Adavali and Kirimkali
Through dusty plain and fertile valley
An elderly lady nicks my seat
So I pass the journey stood on me feet
Past mountain side and rivers wide
Through India’s beauty we gracefully glide
At jungle junctions we sit and wait
For the on coming train that’s running late
Through fields of maze under golden rays
Where people work and children plays
I hang out the door feeling brave
And return the compliment of a workers wave

The rhythm begins to slow as we as we approach our station
The last one I’ll see in this amazing beguiling nation
Into a cavernous cathedral like cunt we finally enter
In far Bombay’s mysterious throbbing centre
Journey’s end, travel over, I am here
To head on home with, in my eyes, a tear