Frank Page #6

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to do with something like that

is to pander to it.

Who knew?

What happened to Frank?

Something must have happened

to him to make him like that.

Nothing happened to him.

He's got a mental illness.

The torment he went through

to make the great music.

The torment didn't

make the music.

He was always musical. If

anything, it slowed him down.

It was a good home.

It's just like my home.

I have to go now, Frank.

You all right?

Yeah.

I know I ruined everything.

I'm sorry.

It's good you're still playing.

I'm not.

I try, but...

It doesn't come out good.

I want to marry

A lighthouse keeper

And keep him

Company

I want to marry

A lighthouse keeper

And live

By the side of the sea

we'll have parties

On a moonlit isle

And clam-bakes

On a coral reef

We'll invite everybody in

and seagulls

By the score

I wanna marry

A lighthouse keeper

I'll Polish his lamps

By the light of the day

...marry

a lighthouse keeper...

It's really nice...

Nice to see you.

It's nice to be here.

El Madrid.

I love your wall.

The washrooms smell.

They could be cleaner.

Put your arms around me.

Fiddly digits.

Itchy britches.

Stale beer

Fat f***ed, smoked out

Cowpoked

Sequined Mountain ladies

I love your wall

Put your arms around me

fiddly digits

itchy britches

I love you all

I love you all

I love you all

I...

Love

You all

Washrooms smell,

they could be cleaner

Stench of cigarettes

and stale urea

I love you all

Prodigal son wants to return

To where the dogs play pool

I love you all

I love you all

I love you all

I...

Love

You all...

Stale beer, fat f***ed,

cowpoked, smoked out

sequined Mountain ladies

I love you all

Put your arms around me

fiddly digits

itchy britches

I love you all

I love you all

I love you all

I...

Love

You all...

El Madrid,

it's nice to see you

it's really nice to be here

I love your wall

stale beer, fat f***ed

smoked out, cowpoked

sequined Mountain ladies

I love your wall

put your arms around me

fiddly digits

itchy britches

I love you all

I love you all

I love you all

I...

Love

you all

washrooms smell,

they could be cleaner

stench of cigarettes

and stale urea

I love you all

prodigal son waits to return

to where the gods play pool

I love you all

I love you all

I love you all

I...

Love

you all.

Banjaxed and broken

smashed up in bits

that is the only way

everything fits

all held together

spitballs and string

splinters of wood

on a bird's broken wing

now what's together

will soon come apart

when it's all over

go back to the start

now what's together

will soon grow apart

when it's all over

go back to the start.

Lonely little carpet tuft,

a twisted woolly Joshua tree

surrounded by

its fallen friends

alone in threadbare

woven field

lone standing

tuft

defy the foot

what age are you

in carpet years?

Is it spring and you're

the first to wake?

Or are you old

but still strong enough

to keep what winter

wants to take?

Lone standing

tuft

defy the foot

is it luck that

you're still standing

and you've not been

flattened, too?

Do you tremble

in the little wind

that's squeezed out

by my shoe?

Lone standing

tuft

defy the foot

has your tuftiness mutated so

your strands are made of steel?

Is it sheer determination

you'll never bend

beneath the heel?

Lone standing

tuft

defy the foot.

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