Luyện nghe bài hát VISIT OF AN AMERICAN POET v 1

Visit of an Poet characters

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(Salem, Frisco, Prestwich) Evil farce in three acts almost Brian Rixish in its semi cold scenario

MES, overlapping voice 1 from 4: Thus began the slow palaver, subtle and almost unconscious in this 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 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 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 me a story about the visitation of an
poet. She came round She came round.
into his She was nice she was nice..
(She was quite, a good girl)
But she had a nasty in her
She turned nasty and made him a in his own house
was being fucking, plagiarised and fucking black ------ in his own

(She had a knife) so she was quite a serious threat she was an
poet
Then Karl Burns came round and she all nice and cheerful
She said to him, she said to him "Yeah Mark fucking hell yeah, your mates in"
And Karl came in and just wouldn't entertain this woman at all
And Markl said "No, stay a Karl, stay a while" (kill the icicles)
to put a message over to him saying
"Come on look don't you I'm in trouble here I need you here,
I you here, I need some support from me mate" and Karl just
totally oblivious to said "Where's me money?.

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

To explain, to begin,
The soft green (of Massachussets)
The visitation took outside Salem
A dolphin restaurant, the fish tasted
It was (orson?awesome)
Daniels rubbish in a room beneath a gospel group from bloody thick Atlanta
Turn shower off
Pure coincidence A&R man in same
At dawn is a knock at the door
It is from the poet it is the second visitation

Act 2

I now had a bubbling large seafood plate
SF type load of problems at my
Purple squid less of pink and what's that on the left wriggling
irritant
Behind right upper motel balconey was a poet teacher and dressed
Remember before five view points
Would step out of the house
Frisco I was in
Chain
Thompson (type held a visit) two
Second visitation in hotel
on face gut wrench hospital
Cat odour lysergic acid
(Corn bubbly) it's the smell of hallucinating
When mixed with a prescrip of dear family doctor
New alias
Spreadeagled in
Come up soon for the third
was in the future
The of an American poet
Gothic green goblin
Cast her adrift my mistake
Let her into the 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 (and famous?infamous) body
what's left their to confuse enemy horses and vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crap
Atlanta religious group melted ceiling and baby crap brown coloured drift bubbled ceiling -- (my minds snapping)
Surprise this was the second
of second pincer
You were so smith you
(This eventually) had clean shaven your mind into a light pink scarlet smooth recepticle -- the second visit because at times you forgot - illness is infectious theory