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From: Lea Rush <lmrush at ix.netcom.com>
Date: Thu, 14 Aug 1997 06:53:21 -0700

It had to be done.

enjoy!

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Okay this got a really warm reception over the weekend at RebelCom, so I figured I'd make it availlable again.

Please note:

1. This is an unfinished piece. IOf I ever get around to finishing it, it'll end up a 16-hour filk. I usually cut to the last verse after the seventh, and the fact that I have to say that shows just how desperately long this monster is. Therefor:
2. Feel free to drop verses when performing this at cons if you should choose to do so. I certainly do even at its current length, and if I ever finish the damned thing, you can be sure that I won't sing it all the way through. I think of it as a modular filk. THe verse modules can be dropped at your whim, and as long as that last one stays at the end, you're pretty much okay.

        Enjoy, all!

                THE LAST OF THE BABYLON STATIONS

                               By

                      Jonathan Andrew Sheen

(to the tune of "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" by Gordon Lightfoot)

{Chords: Asus2: 002200 Em: 022000 G: 320003 D:XX0323}

    Asus2                     Em
The legend lives on, from the Vorlons on down
       G         D              Asus2
Of the sector of space out past Tigris
     Asus2                     Em
Grid Epsilon, it's said, never gives up her dead
         G        D          Em

When the Nebula's reach is behind us....

A dream given form can be slow to be born All alone in the night with the nightmares But mankind drew a line, and we built it five times A beacon of hope 'midst the light-years....

Before it was done, we'd lost Babylon One Was saboteurs blew it asunder.
When Babylon Two went before it was through Was Thomas beginning to wonder?

When Babylon Three met Eternity
Then Jinxo, not Thomas, was certain
And Babylon Four, one day active, no more Was drawn behind Destiny's curtain

Now, Babylon Five, fighting to stay alive, Carries on for the mem'ry of others
In the name so it seems of the hopes and the dreams Of the wives and the sons and the brothers.

And Jeffrey Sinclair, he was called to be there By request of the distant Minbari
And gathering here in the face of all fear Came the Vorlons and Narn and Centauri

Sinclair made his crew, and together, these few Began what one day would be finished
Some came and some went, some were called, and some sent But the dream rolled along undiminished

Dr. Benjamin Kyle, who remained but awhile The healer who looked on a Vorlon
With tears in his eyes as a little boy cries In the name of the oath that he swore on

With Laurel in tow, he brought Lyta below And together they reached a consensus
So Lyta could find in the Vorlon's bright mind Where poison had breached his defenses

A changeling web came close to fixing the blame On an innocent man, our Commander
Until, face-to-face, in a terrible place Lyta saw herself in a pretender

Garibaldi gave chase, through the bowels of the place Said, "Commander, he's got room to hide here." And Laurel, at home in a place called the dome, Said, "Commander, I think that's your ride here!"

The assassin, denied, taunted us as he died, "There's a hole in your mind, good commander!" The Vorlons made peace, with the timely release Of the killer's too-technical slander.

The calls from Earth came, like the moves in a game, Calling Kyle, and then Lyta and Laurel. Then Ivanova came, and then Talia, the same And between them there started a quarrel.

When Franklin arrived here on Babylon Five Medlab became his headquarters
And another, below, where the lurkers could go But who knew the depth of those waters?

G'Kar often schemed for the vengeance he'd dreamed Of visiting on the Centauri
While Londo pined, while he wined and he dined For his Empire's long-forgotten glory

Sinclair and Delenn found again and again That peace is a goal we must fight for
But through its long birth we all new it was worth Risking all, all alone in the night for

        <I haven't written this part yet!>

Where terror held sway one thing stood in its way This finest of Mankind's creations
Standing firm 'gainst the beast was our last hope for peace The Last of the Babylon Stations

-- 
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
http://www.leviathanstudios.com/~jsheen
Leviathan of the GEI (Detached.)
jsheen at leviathanstudios.com
              "Booger!" -John Caravello



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