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Transcribed from a dictaphone 1985 for John Steel
Surrealist prose set to music

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Goodbye John

July, it was a fruitless month
Chibed molested and at the end of it a birthday
Thespian narration can only give half
And a rotten egg with spit on it the other
In an atmosphere of salt the human clock shook to the endowing of nature
The splitting up of two towns
Everything is chaotic and all that is real takes a back seat
That picture tells a lie, just as a song can hide a whim
New pressure is added, inane facts come to the fore
And the mid distorts

Goodbye John, I hope your there to meet me when Im gone
My old son the grass is black we both reap the same yawn

From the cabbage patch boy to the thud of a street car as it moves with the wan of the morning
The pedantic light shift sends waves of fear over this solitary stone
An inflection has taken place, a recital of thought
An effortless sketch of a childlike view of what appears to be true, untrue
I hear singing again
An erection starts and then the dawn once again

Goodbye John, I hope your there to meet me when Im gone
My old son the grass is black we both reap the same yawn

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from Gladsome Humour & Blue, released April 4, 1988
Written by Martin George Stephenson

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Martin Stephenson Invergordon, UK

Born Durham 27th July 1961

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