Was she carrying a suitcase when she left?

To say farewell to the late King.
Hours of queuing in the rain.

I did not go out of respect.
It would have been a false gesture, yet strangely long ago i was very much in contact with the late King and he educational programme.
Was meant to meet him, but floods blocked the road to Hua Hin.
I know he watched my television broadcasts as i was given feed back. Positive and asked to attend a merit making ceremony of teachers of the year. That was televised too.

I noticed that at the BTS stations they play some clarinet music

"Visions Of Johanna"

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise she's all right she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
Oh, how can I explain ?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower frieze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees."
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him."
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man."

As she, herself prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes everything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The har<Bunny boiler>s play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.

Better version.
Word perfect.
Ignore the other concise version.
My error.


"Visions Of Johanna"



Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?

We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it

And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it

Lights flicker from the opposite loft

In this room the heat pipes just cough

The country music station plays soft

But there's nothing really nothing to turn off

Just Louise and her lover so entwined

And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.



In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain

And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train

We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight

Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane

Louise she's all right she's just near

She's delicate and seems like the mirror

But she just makes it all too concise and too clear

That Johanna's not here

The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.



Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously

He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously

And when bringing her name up

He speaks of a farewell kiss to me

He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all

Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall

Oh, how can I explain ?

It's so hard to get on

And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.



Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial

Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while

But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues

You can tell by the way she smiles

See the primitive wallflower frieze

When the jelly-faced women all sneeze

Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze

I can't find my knees."

Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule

But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.



The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him

Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him."

But like Louise always says

"Ya can't look at much, can ya man."



As she, herself prepares for him

And Madonna, she still has not showed

We see this empty cage now corrode

Where her cape of the stage once had flowed

The fiddler, he now steps to the road

He writes everything's been returned which was owed

On the back of the fish truck that loads

While my conscience explodes

The har<Bunny boiler>s play the skeleton keys and the rain

And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.


And a mouth harp is not a rabbit!

Stayed there.
Ex father in law's 50 year marriage bash.
Booked the whole hotel.
Not new to me, such pretension.
Kept mum.
Read the Burn's poem.
Did my thing.
Got p**sed.
Walked and saw the beauty.
Free.
The great feast.
Well, not a foody.
"Any fish and chips?".
Just p**sing everyone off.
As usual.
Baby in our suite.
Monitor supposedly on.
He was always troublesome.
Went to check.
Kid crying.
No staff had noticed.
End of happy hospitality.
Saw an osprey early next morning.
Still laughing.