Fall - Visit Of An American Poet V 1 Lyrics
Visit of an american poet characters1 - narrator2 - poet3 - wife4 - zarenda5 - employee6 - neighbour7 - policeman(salem, frisco, prestwich) evil farce in three acts almost brian rixish in its semi cold ridiculous scenarioMes, 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 toAin.And now for a message in a room with access to all in san franciscoVoice 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 iRy crap commerce? everyone without love brought up in violence and drunkeness? why am I depressed? work hard endless, endless no reward, 5,000 Im owed. music, music I belong to music. why are tSo 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 anAmerican poet. she came round she came round.Into his arms she was nice she was nice..(she was quite, a *****ing good girl)But she had a nasty streak in herShe turned nasty and made him a hostage in his own houseMark was being *****ing, plagiarised and *****ing black ------ in his ownHouse(she had a knife) so she was quite a serious threat because she was anAmerian poetThen karl burns came round and she went all nice and cheerfulShe said to him, she said to him yeah mark *****ing hell yeah, bring your mates inAnd karl came in and karl just wouldnt entertain this woman at allAnd markl said no, stay a while karl, stay a while (kill the icicles)Trying to put a message over to him sayingCome on look dont you realise Im in trouble here I need you here,I need you here, I need some support from me mate and karl justTotally oblivious to this said wheres me money? .Mes: the visitation of an american poetThus began a slow palaver subtle, unconscious in its loss of identityRunning 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 salemA dolphin restaurant, the fish tasted peculiarIt was (orson? awesome)Daniels rubbish in a room beneath a gospel group from bloody thick from atlantaTurn that shower offPure coincidence a&r man in same motelAt dawn there is a knock at the doorIt is from salem the poet it is the second visitationAct 2I now had a bubbling black large seafood plateSf type load of problems at my gatePurple squid less of pink and whats that thing on the left wrigglingSmall irritantBehind right upper motel balconey was a poet teacher and dressed accordinglyRemember that before five view pointsWould even step out of the houseFrisco I was in friscoChain gainThompson (type held a visit) number twoSecond visitation seizure in hotelExcitement on face gut wrench hospitalCat odour lysergic acid smell(corn bubbly) its the smell of hallucinating delusionalWhen mixed with a prescrip stuff of dear family doctorNew alias monthlySpreadeagled in drivewayCome up soon for the third visitThat was in the futureThe visit of an american poetGothic green goblin gnomeCast her adrift my first mistakeLet 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 leftRight flanks of the lobby - jetlag the main (and famous? infamous) bodyWhats left their tasks to confuse enemy horses and vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crapAtlanta religious group upstairs melted ceiling and baby crap brown coloured drift bubbled ceiling -- (my minds snapping)Surprise visit this was the secondVisit of second pincerYou 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
