Pete Atkin (& Clive James) - The Hypertension Kid скачать видео бесплатно

Last night I met the Hypertension Kid

Grimly chasing shorts with halves of bitter

In a Mayfair club they call the Early Quitter

He met my eyes and hit me for a quid

"I spend fortunes in this rat-trap" said the Kid

"But the plush and flock soak up the brain's kerfuffle

And I like to see a servile barman shuffle

If sympathy's your need let's hear your bid"

"It's my lousy memory" I told the Kid

"What other men forget I still remember

The flies are still alive inside the amber

It's a garbage can with rubbish for a lid"

"Your metaphors are murder" said the Kid

"I know the mood -- give in to it a little

The man who shatters is the man who's brittle

Lay off the brakes and steer into the skid

"Strained virtue warps the soul" announced the Kid

"Those forced attempts at cleanliness that linger

Like soap between your wedding ring and finger

They're residues of which you're better rid

"For evil" said the Hypertension Kid

"Is better contemplated in the deeds of others

Mass-murderers and men who knife their mothers

Be glad that what you've done is all you did

"With me the problem's women" said the Kid

"Befuddled, fondled under separate covers

One and all they've gone to other lovers

As I powered down to zero from the grid

"But I love the little darlings" sighed the Kid

"The slide from grace is really more like gliding

And I've found the trick is not to stop the sliding

But to find a graceful way of staying slid

"As for the dreadful memories" said the Kid

"The waste and poison in the spirit's river

Relax your hands and let the bastards quiver

They tremble more the more you keep it hid"

We turned to leave the bar, me and the Kid

I with lightened head and lessened terror

Toward the street, and he into the mirror

My second self, the Hypertension Kid