Luyện nghe bài hát VISIT OF AN AMERICAN POET v 1

Visit of an American Poet

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

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 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

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 shit people in music?

Yeah is about Mark, Mark told me a story about the visitation of an
poet. She came round She came round.
into his arms She was she was nice..
(She was quite, a fucking girl)
But she had a streak in her
She turned nasty and him a hostage in his own house
Mark was being fucking, and fucking black ------ in his own

(She had a knife) so she was quite a serious because 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 yeah, bring your mates in"
And Karl in and Karl just wouldn't entertain this woman at all
And Markl said "No, stay a Karl, stay a while" (kill the icicles)
Trying to put a message 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 slow palaver subtle, 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 place outside
A dolphin restaurant, the tasted peculiar
It was (orson?awesome)
Daniels rubbish in a room beneath a gospel group from thick from Atlanta
Turn that off
Pure coincidence A&R man in motel
At dawn there is a at the door
It is from salem the poet it is the second

Act 2

I now had a bubbling large seafood plate
SF load of problems at my gate
Purple squid less of pink and what's that on the left wriggling
Small
Behind upper motel balconey was a poet teacher and dressed accordingly
Remember that five view points
even step out of the house
Frisco I was in
gain
Thompson (type a visit) number two
visitation seizure in hotel
Excitement on face gut wrench
Cat odour acid smell
(Corn bubbly) the smell of hallucinating delusional
When mixed with a prescrip stuff of dear doctor
New monthly
in driveway
Come up soon for the visit
was in the future
The of an American poet
Gothic green gnome
her adrift my first 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 main (and famous?infamous)
what's left their task's to confuse enemy and vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crap
Atlanta religious group upstairs melted ceiling and baby crap coloured drift bubbled ceiling -- (my minds snapping)
Surprise visit this was the
Visit of pincer
You were so stupid you
(This eventually) had clean shaven your mind into a light pink smooth recepticle -- the second visit because at times you forgot - mentall illness is infectious theory