Mario Vargas Yoni — текст песни (Fatima Mansions, The)

The mother of the nation has gone; she has hobbled off to her
uncertain fate, having only a tycoon`s salary given to her to
fund the purchase of that monkey-shit-brown hair rinse we know
so well. They act like nothing ever happened, but it did. It`s
too late--too late for the thousands driven to mental illness,
premature old age and suicide by the force-feeding to them of
a daily diet of despair and the doctrine of their own obsolescence.
Too late for the thousands of teenagers who grew up illiterate
but unaccountably proud that their nation spent the money it
could have been spent on educating them to buy guns--guns which
this country is too feeble and unimportant to need to use.

It`s too late to stop the rot--a rot she denied existed and which
many thus forgot, which continued to accelerate and and now will
not be stopped until all this fucking pretense is dropped. Mario
Vargas Yoni, intellectual born-again right-wing son of a bitch
from the exotic other end of the earth, Venus flytrap lips curling
over straw-coloured front teeth, so smart, so alert, so elegant...admires
the departed killer for her courage. Tonight he speaks with
Reggie Gurdjieff, most intelligent man in the UK, about new novel
Shag Auntie Peggy, and on his plan for a junk bond issue to finance
the privitization of the llama. But first, the bad weather...