Let Me Die A Youngman’s Death

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This is just as an indulgence, so hands into the deep pockets, and “Spend up Big“, because  you “Can’t take it with you!”  Just a favourite and a whim!

by Roger-McGough. His poetry is like a supermodel who can complete a Sudoku puzzle moments before swishing down the catwalk — easy on the eye and smart as a whip.’    

Let Me Die A Youngman’s Death

Let me die a youngman’s death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

When I’m 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party

Or when I’m 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber’s chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides

Or when I’m 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one

Let me die a youngman’s death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
‘what a nice way to go’ death

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Let Me Die A Youngman’s Death is a club night named after a poem by Roger McGough. You could classify them as an alternative indie night, but really their tastes spill all over the place, playing indie floor fillers, Motown, TV and film soundtracks, electronica, swinging mademoiselles, comedy records, psychedelia, folk and Trinidadian calypso. For a preview of their Tuesday nights at Spanky’s Bar, take a listen to the Spotify Playlist, with everyone from Black Kids to Chromeo, RJD2 to Roxy Music, and lots more.