Visit Of An American Poet V 1 Lyrics - Fall

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 explain. 

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 in every 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 there so many shit people in music? 

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 and 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