My Journey on line 4

Pushed left & right, forward & back

I must be strong, I must not crack

A child is crying, can't take any more

Why all this suffering what is it for?

I paid to be here, what have I done?

Surely taking a bus would have been more fun

Bloody bastard metro line 4

You piece of shit you diseased old whore

You're always packed no matter what hour

And hotter than DSK when he comes out the shower

You're a sauna of germs & as I look around

There's sneezing & coughing, sweat on the ground

Or could it be sick? Its hard to tell

In this bubbling, moving cauldron of hell.

But wait now we've stopped at st germain des pres

And pray we must that's it not a long delay

Signal failure or suicide, usually one of the two

Lets hope for the former because between me & you

I can't think of a worse place you could choose to die

Than on line 4, shut off from the sky. 

'Attendez quelques minutes' comes the familiar voice

I'd have taken another line but didn't have a choice

From porte d'orleans to porte de clignacourt

Central & straight goes good old line 4. 

"But its better than london" I hear you say

"And you get phone signal to text & play"

A carriageful of people shouting down their phone

Angry & annoyed that they'll be late home

No I prefer the british way of suffering in silence

And thats what im doing but im sensing violence

Especially now that an accordian has started

And someone around me has definitely farted

I think of the bars & cafes above

People laughing, people in love

Blissfully unaware of us below 

Waiting, hoping, praying to go

And I know there's worse things to complain about

But right now I just need to shout 

Bloody bastard metro line 4

You piece of shit you diseased old whore!

Written & performed by James at Spoken Word in Paris 14/11/11