[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bingham, Ginsberg
[00:00.474] And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and lying policemen
[00:16.323] and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the Naked,
[00:22.771] and the Communists create heavy industry but the heart is also heavy
[00:26.438] and the beautiful engineers are all dead,
[00:30.990] the secret technicians conspire for their own glamour
[00:34.062] in the Future, in the Future,
[00:38.724] but now drink vodka and lament the Security Forces,
[00:45.221] and the Capitalists drink gin and whiskey on airplanes but let Indian brown
[00:47.054] millions starve
[00:53.071] and when Communist and Capitalist assholes tangle the Just man is arrested
[00:55.802] or robbed or has his head cut off,
[01:02.421] but not like Kabir, and the cigarette cough of the Just man above the clouds
[01:07.536] in the bright sunshine is a salute to the health of the blue sky.
[01:13.836] For I was arrested thrice in Prague, once for singing drunk on Narodni
[01:14.450] street,
[01:19.084] once knocked down on the midnight pavement by a mustached agent who
[01:21.135] screamed out BOUZERANT,
[01:28.201] once for losing my notebooks of unusual sex politics dream opinions,
[01:33.268] and I was sent from Havana by planes by detectives in green uniform,
[01:39.067] and I was sent from Prague by plane by detectives in Czechoslovakian business suits,
[01:46.234] Cardplayers out of Cezanne, the two strange dolls that entered Joseph K's room at morn
[01:51.247] also entered mine and ate at my table, and examined my scribbles,
[01:58.995] and followed me night and morn from the houses of the lovers to the cafes of Centrum -
[02:04.945] And I am the King of May, which is the power of sexual youth,
[02:20.546] and I am the King of May, which is long hair of Adam and Beard of my own body
[02:28.116] and I am the King of May, which is Kral Majales in the Czechoslovakian tongue,
[02:38.561] and I am the King of May, which is old Human poesy, and 100,000 people chose my name,
[02:44.742] and I am the King of May, and in a few minutes I will land at London Airport,
[02:53.324] and I am the King of May, naturally, for I am of Slavic parentage and a Buddhist Jew
[03:01.823] who whorships the Sacred Heart of Christ the blue body of Krishna the straight back of Ram
[03:11.373] the beads of Chango the Nigerian singing Shiva Shiva in a manner which I have invented,
[03:15.428] and the King of May is a middleeuropean honor,
[03:21.163] mine in the XX century despite space ships and the Time Machine,
[03:29.089] because I have heard the voice of Blake in a vision and repeat that voice.
[03:36.073] And I am the King of May that sleeps with teenagers laughing.
[03:43.105] And I am the King of May, that I may be expelled from my Kingdom with Honor, as of old,
[03:52.505] To show the difference between Caesar's Kingdom and the Kingdom of the May of Man -
[04:06.784] and I am the King of May，for the kingdom of may is too beautiful to last for more than a month[04:09.854] and I am the King of May
[04:21.682] and I am the King of May, in a giant jetplane touching Albion's airfield trembling in fear
[04:28.484] as the plane roars to a landing on the gray concrete, shakes & expels air,
[04:37.864] and rolls slowly to a stop under the clouds with part of blue heaven still visible.
[04:46.632] And tho' I am the King of May, the Marxists have beat me upon the street,
[04:53.280] kept me up all night in Police Station, followed me thru Springtime Prague,
[04:59.812] detained me in secret and deported me from our kingdom by airplane.
[05:08.280] This I have written this poem on a jet seat in mid Heaven.