The Post Nearly Man

Mes: what i want to know is why don't real bands with real singers that don't go round explaining themselves. that's right go ahead, get ahead with your puerile slurred word rigmarole and put it
On the lids it's down congealed both the rest of your post nearly half realised birdlike thoughts clogging the solo seventies or new intellectual skinhead morass a shad mock whistle honestly pro
R competing with it observing scientifically brains are in that need maths to understand chords missing slide back to bottom of ravine while they catch up freezing outside contained thrash about
Nks prescription wait a minute i need time my irritability you will pay for until you realise that it is you that are dumb. it's you keeping me in this bird cage screen. you don't work out go aw
Age cage move.

Comfortable leafy suburb. green, lilac german type houses <reckoning tape starts> a pale pretentious pseudo arty walks up like a cross between open the door. this began a slow palaver, sub
Nd almost (unconscious) in this loss of identity. and if you are bright, bubbly and sizzling with split personality you are bobby.

Voice2: they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but that fraction, that small fraction missing is sometimes the most important. we gave you, i am, bobby. we gave you, i am, bobby.


<muffled voices>

Voice 3:i'll pay this in today then go to the market and library then quicksave for some booze.

Edward's latest single's out. in the shops tomorrow. it's a hot number and it's at your local quicksave store.

Voice 4: extreme closeup of stamp banging down loudly on giro cheque. robert peers at photo of edward in music magazine. special effect - bobby's thought voice with very nasty tone. reverb. very
Bang of stamp. though voice (your ma next) with saliva . closeup of bobby hazel picks up music magazine and views with hatred picture of dj lauren in showbiz section.

Voice 5: hello, oh it's you yeah alright, have you got the right bloody colour this time, only i don't want my hair deep pink again.

Voice 4: bobby hazel examines the picture of dj lauren closely.

Voice 5: i want a dj lauren

Voice 4: banging of receiver on phone. cut to vidal sassoon salon. closeup of hand highlighting strip of hair with tint. cut to extreme closeup of dj lauren's face.

Voice 5: it's got to be the same

Voice 4: hairdresser puts phone down. hairdresser says: hiya lauren what's up?

Voice 5: the clonezone tonight. can you do us before six?

Voice 4: the hairdresser says: the clonezone, great! good place. can you get us in?

Yeah, how you finding it?

Alright

Good sound system there.

What you wearing?

Voice 5: cut to dream sequence inside clonezone

Voice 4: special effect of heavy beat of jungle techno mixed with voiceover by mark e smith. fx reverb, echo to beat of music. strobe in slow motion. black and white shot fade to the beat of mus
Ut to dj lauren in humble mode.

Voice 6, female: dirty little twat. you remind me of my ex. hello, oh it's you yeah alright, have you got the right bloody colour this time, only i don't want my hair deep pink again. i want a d
Ren.

Mes: modernity. moderninity, water lane 01715599 dream sat may tents and tomatoes at blackpool where jimmy bloomfield has been brought back to host jousts in moderninity. one of the many footbal
Unds that have been converted to hold this revived sport.

Voice 1: from today and forthwith, jousts at moderninity

Mes: joust in moderninity. charred landscape, watching the female bouts at the beginning on the tent bedecked terraces i exclaim out aloud "it's too drafty in here, those girls will certain
Tch their death of cold" and shoved to left by bearded steward but every movement my companion catches reprimands me. i am completely deaf so cannot gauge my own voice volume.

<at various speeds>

The large tomatoes and gold and beige striped tents plunked on brand new soccer terracing seem to symbolise a clean shaven (city) new decadence. the lancashire northern western quarter had seeme
Materialise overnight, its citizens plump, voyeuristic. slowly they watch every movement by anybody or anything. i bless my uncanny ability to blend. my friend matthew is not so lucky, his wife
Me at last from hospital. it is his first day out (in weeks) always energetic he too shouts and is obviously thought drunk, (borrowed/followed) a massive decrepit jaguar car. <tape cut> so
Terracing seemed to symbolise a new clean shaven but chip greasy new decadence. the lancashire northern western quarter seemed to materialise overnight its citizens plump, voyeuristic, slowly th
Tch every movement.

There is no reason to this. this makes new york look athenic. for lnwq read (romandy) for the east read sparta.

And one'll reverse from the home of the pilgrim . little arab and your goddam ex-wife <start of line missing>
And a pilgrim will come in reverse
And descend on the false poet and enjoin with your little arab girlfriend
The world don't need another mark e smith
And the gun jammed
And you found more phones
And the prozac got left in the baggage onto paris
But the world don't need another mark e smith
It needs a (northern) lancashire real poet-ess

Phones cut. the gun jams.
Now he stands in his ten foot hall with three of 'em
One bound to radiator also two wife and three his girlfriend
The two latter scan his fifty-nine pence can of beer in the kitchen
Behind ya he thinks
A mutual glance inherent from their milltown persian alabama
Atlanta albania whatever
Their wisdom confirms friendship
Too dumb shit to do or know
I am hostage
Their young eyes say
Jet-lag
Wreck
Arrogant
Big lad
He brought home yank
Their triptych mentality explodes
He laughs
Poet reads out quatrain

Mes: the most merciful thing in the world is man's inability to correlate all of his mind's contents. but the sciences one day, some say it is already upon us, will eventually open up such terri
Vistas of reality that we will either go mad from the revelation or flee into blissful sleep, peace and safety of another new dark age.

I'm mark edward smith, these words are hp lovecraft's. we give you the horror in clay.

<techno bit> <footsteps>

Voice 1: yes just working on this head at the moment. need to put some scales on the body as well.tend to flow a bit more with the body get a few more curves in <voice fades down as second fa
P>

Voice 2 see voice 7 later:: the garden girdled babylon that lies next to and above it'ssss cornwall.

Voice 2 & mes: it's slight accent into (cc sheffield cornwall).


Mes: the professor knows the youth is completely ignorant of pagan, (cryptioch) or biblical law. he ponders and reflects over the sculpture. professor phones sculptor who says:

Voice 3: as i said, it was a dream of dark dripping stone, of a fractured voice whose vowels were impenetrable <music fades up, powderkeg key riff?> i was not stoned professor, honestly, m
Nt has run out. but the only two vowels or sounds frequently repeated that i could make out were <cchhhh-shhhllmm>

Voice 4, in music initially very hard to hear: ???? he brings out the key given to him by his uncle's executor. contents are a clay bas relief with bits of (fevered jotting and) strewn around in
The packing. the bas relief is - rectangle, six inches by five inches, one inch thick (with hieroglyphics) neither ancient nor modern, sort of cornwall-slash-modern art. on top is a creature as
St made - description - a cross between octopus, human, dragon, ------, tentacled head, scaly body, (half are wings) ?????? behind this is a small two by four vista, ionic columns, attached is a
E sheet of paper with large felt pen writing saying cthulhu, kith-uh-loo, cthulhu cult. ---- --- the two columns one dream and dream work of ha wilcox no relation of toyah. seven hubert a - ur -
Street penzance <cut>

Mes: the professor phones the sculptor who says

Voice 5: as i said, it was a dream of dark dripping stone, of a fractured voice whose vowels were impenetrable

Voice 6, newspaper headline?: mental illness group folly, see inside.

Mes: (better get) penzance bay gazette heading dated 1969. comfortable leafy suburb, green, lilac german type houses, a lot of dark green, ominous, pale thin youth (pretentious), walks up to hes
Ngly to the front of a house with a package. he looks like a cross between so and so and the singer out of orb. he is nervous and affected. a balding (mike hill) type opens the door he is the pr
Or, martin's great uncle <note a bloody plane passes over at this point in the tape making it very difficult to decipher!!! mes records on the move> (his uncle recognises him as the son of
Ected family noted and he'd been in sculpture college) youth hands prof package. it is clay bas relief, but not before saying

Voice 7: i made this last night in a dream of cities new and old, dreams older than the gaelic sea or the old atlantic or the garden girdled babylon that lies next to and above it'ssss cornwall.


Voice 7 & mes: it's slight accent into cc sheffield cornwall

Mes: the professor knows the youth is completely ignorant of pagan, (cryptioch) or biblical law. he ponders and reflects over the sculpture. professor phones sculptor who says:

Voice 8: as i said, it was a dream of dark dripping stone, of a fractured voice whose vowels were impenetrable <music fades up, with chittering bird/insect noise this time> i was not stone
Fessor, honestly, my grant has run out. but the only two vowels or sounds frequently repeated that i could make out were cthulhu<guitar riff, old gang>

Voice 9, singing muffled at start: penzance bay gazette heading dated

1-9-6-9-1-9-6-9-1-9-6-9-1-9-6-9

Mes: god damn this ol' gang

Dissolute singer
As far as they are concerned you live on 17 fairy lane
People relate to you
What you told them
18 months back then
Tall and frail but you're pale for real
In a [] of steel


And down west to east broadway
Same route as last week when couldn't find where he was due to play
That seemed eons away
Oh how he complained about doing a show that friday
Backstage was doorless, brimming with rider
The rolling rocks you sneered at seemed like nectar at canal st subway
Canal sets you pining only name familiar
Jail pumps me something, blots out all outside america
Canal street's near victoria, bridge st connects dalton
Damn can't remember
You, dissolute singer


Up and down west to east broadway
Same route as last week when couldn't find where he was due to play
That seemed eons away
Oh how he complained


(tyne) gibson, comedian teams up with so and so and so and so at brownies
Tonight
While owner (timmy.. knee dee pop) is looking for three figures at
Brownies tonight
In both senses of the (whirl world)


Never before have i disliked the rain
I soaks, the long drips discarded
By now blessed office no smo- <cuts in one stereo channel>
<other channel> blots out all outside america
Canal street's near victoria, bridge st connects dalton
Damn can't remember
You, dissolute singer, right

<bits of the next bit occur at different times in each stereo channel>

Canal to lexington no that is in boston -- composer stays in groups
Alice is location wanton -- c
Never before have i disliked the rain
It soaks the long drips discarded -- zee
By now blessed office no smoking policy -- i give thanks and apologies to my constitution
Distorted soft on discarded
Is it england brittania newspaper
Artisan composer stays in groups
C programmer is b major
Disssolute singer down to social group zee
I give thanks and apologies to my constitution
Bless grandadddy
Teeth moans, brain moans and worries
This thing is amazing
Take beaten thrice daily then once fortnightly
Then soak in chromosome laced bud sub beer colon stretchy ersatz coffe and liquor
Twist neck with dough boy throttle a bread
Do not sleep for five days
Then return to street
Well bloody nora says my dead dad
Grandad says too much weight on you anyroad
You and your father
Their respected faces appear gigantic left and right above the city
Skyline
Like hawkman or lex luthor
In an embarrassment they see dissolute singer taping, tapping away at the vast stamina bank
Built up digging endless trenches lugging iron baths
Sweet sweat pain on lead water tank
Dissolute singer as you live for an s on 17 <cut>

<sung>and embarrassed they see dissolute singer