Visit Of An American Poet V 1 Lyrics by Fall, The

Visit Of An American Poet V 1 Lyrics

    Visit of an american poet characters

    1 - narrator

    2 - poet

    3 - wife

    4 - zarenda

    5 - employee

    6 - neighbour

    7 - policeman

    (salem, frisco, prestwich) evil farce in three acts almost brian rixish in its semi cold ridiculous scenario

    Mes, overlapping voice 1 from 4: thus began the slow palaver, subtle and almost unconscious in this loss of identity. (running and growling through the back end of 94 to 98 the sixth) and now to
    Ain.

    And now for a message in a room with access to all in san francisco

    Voice 2: another crooked smile. is music a disease? or is it just living in these soap opera times. they all end up depressives obsessive about their deluded goal. is this me? is this everyone i
    Ry crap commerce? everyone without love brought up in violence and drunkeness? why am i depressed? work hard endless, endless no reward, 5,000 i'm owed. music, music i belong to music. why are t
    So many shit people in music?

    <keyb drone & piano abuse>

    <tinny taped voice, bits of it anyway>

    Yeah this is about mark, mark told me a story about the visitation of an
    American poet. she came round she came round.
    Into his arms she was nice she was nice..
    (she was quite, a fucking good girl)
    But she had a nasty streak in her
    She turned nasty and made him a hostage in his own house
    Mark was being fucking, plagiarised and fucking black ------ in his own
    House
    (she had a knife) so she was quite a serious threat because she was an
    Amerian poet
    Then karl burns came round and she went all nice and cheerful
    She said to him, she said to him "yeah mark fucking hell yeah, bring your mates in"
    And karl came in and karl just wouldn't entertain this woman at all
    And markl said "no, stay a while karl, stay a while" (kill the icicles)
    Trying to put a message over to him saying
    "come on look don't you realise i'm in trouble here i need you here,
    I need you here, i need some support from me mate" and karl just
    Totally oblivious to this said "where's me money?.

    Mes: the visitation of an american poet
    Thus began a slow palaver subtle, unconscious in its loss of identity
    Running and growing through the back end of the years '94 to '98 (to six and now)

    To explain, where to begin,
    The soft green leaves (of massachussets)
    The visitation took place outside salem
    A dolphin restaurant, the fish tasted peculiar
    It was (orson?awesome)
    Daniels rubbish in a room beneath a gospel group from bloody thick from atlanta
    Turn that shower off
    Pure coincidence a&r man in same motel
    At dawn there is a knock at the door
    It is from salem the poet it is the second visitation

    Act 2

    I now had a bubbling black large seafood plate
    Sf type load of problems at my gate
    Purple squid less of pink and what's that thing on the left wriggling
    Small irritant
    Behind right upper motel balconey was a poet teacher and dressed accordingly
    Remember that before five view points
    Would even step out of the house
    Frisco i was in frisco
    Chain gain
    Thompson (type held a visit) number two
    Second visitation seizure in hotel
    Excitement on face gut wrench hospital
    Cat odour lysergic acid smell
    (corn bubbly) it's the smell of hallucinating delusional
    When mixed with a prescrip stuff of dear family doctor
    New alias monthly
    Spreadeagled in driveway
    Come up soon for the third visit
    That was in the future
    The visit of an american poet
    Gothic green goblin gnome
    Cast her adrift my first mistake
    Let her into the motel in frisco
    (where the baby green crap baby green to paris) - (.. .. plain ceilings) underneath a harassment action taken out by four eight troops visually ----ing 4 5 --- form atlanta operating on the left
    Right flanks of the lobby - jetlag the main (and famous?infamous) body
    What's left their task's to confuse enemy horses and vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crap
    Atlanta religious group upstairs melted ceiling and baby crap brown coloured drift bubbled ceiling -- (my minds snapping)
    Surprise visit this was the second
    Visit of second pincer
    You were so stupid smith you
    (this eventually) had clean shaven your mind into a light pink scarlet smooth recepticle -- the second visit because at times you forgot - mentall illness is infectious theory

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