Написано по мотивам рассказа Лис зимой "Спящий".
Manchester no. 1
It's raining cats and dogs
and all cats and dogs are freezing
ladies with pink umbrellas look like hogs
waiting for the time it starts drizzling
stray dogs are wagging their tails
fleas hiding in cats' fur are snoring
a homeless fortune-teller wails
but the rain is deaf and keeps pouring
I am marching down the street
pockets feel light and free without money
my stomach is loudly protesting
my head is aching as if it is sunny
and confusion inside me is guesting
my watch has been broken for years
now it's so foggy I can't tell day from night
sharing a corner with spivs and queers
I see a figure disappearing from my sight
I hoped a passer-by could give me some change
to buy a tin in a convenience store
this class dilemma can truly estrange
I can be a clown, a killer and a whore
there's nothing to scare or avert me
a matter of the day is to pick a dog-end
even can't afford a small pub's fee
my terrible cough could be my end
Manchester no. 2
The biggest lie in the world's history
is that we read terms and conditions
I hear my heart beating: one, two, free
like Bond on one of his missions
I'm roaming an underworld of this city
I know each filthy cul-de-sac
each brothel with both ugly and pretty
Today I am going for bareback
as this day I am a corrupt copper
who rules this place with a rod
and finds everything improper
and calls everyone a 'petty sod'
and reigns heavily like rain
over everyone who runs me over
I might be finally going insane
or am I just too sober?
Today I stumbled over a beggar
he had my eyes, he had my manners
thin and dressed in rags and jaeger
sitting under big demolition banners
but he was no doppelgänger or clone
more of a shadow with Mr Hyde nature
now we are both drenched to the bone
this skin-deep anguish is in human nature
Manchester no. 3
Mom bought me a vanilla ice-cream
when I fell down was terribly bruised
my forehead was cut, now I scream
that by my children I am just being used.
Auntie Annie gave me a pat on the back
when I stayed at home that night
when my dad was drunk and given a sack
and broke my mom's neck under the moonlight.
Daisy told me that I bore her to death
and that she'd better date my shadow
as she hopes it should be better in bed
not like me, clumsy, dull and slow.
My GP prescribed me some pills
against insomnia, poverty and aggression
he said that my wound easily heals
though he didn't consider my depression.
Going home one man stopped me
He said his name was 'Doctor'
he gave me a kiss and a rusty key
now I have rabies and call myself 'Doctor'.
But I just might need a bit of rest
dreams about beggars and cops are deep
I promised my psychiatrist I'll try my best
to switch off my head and go to sleep