Glad somebody finally uploaded this. Brunceling's Song - Fatima Mansions.
Notable lyrics:
James Jesus Angleton sells sunlamps door to door
in this so-called peacetime, even spooks fight to stay alive
I don't much like him, but I sit and mind his car
He says, "Brunceling, where to now?
This global suburb's ours..."
...An assassin's bullet which has lodged in my neck
picks up Radio Kabul and it bores me to death--
"I know Khomeini, John Wilkes Booth and the Jackson 5,"
the old man roared as I poured him into his bed,
"Why, they control the bourbon runs from Bialystok to Brunei!
Brunceling, you're like me," he said
"They fear us cause we accept no blame
and we're too fucking old to change.
Too many hatreds for making amends.
Too many favours for friends of dead friends.
Oh, their mumbled thanks came cheap to them.
Too many marksmen hid on the knolls,
Too many alibis always to hold,
I'm a sad old joke; forget I spoke..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxBFB3Eqxps
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