Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Remembered Visit, artist - Michael Mantler. Album song The Hapless Child And Other Inscrutable Stories, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 31.05.1978
Record label: ECM, WATT Works
Song language: English
The Remembered Visit |
The summer she was eleven, Drusilla went abroad with her parents |
There she climbed endless flights of stairs |
She tried to make out the subjects of vast dark paintings |
Sometimes she was made ill by curious dishes |
She was called upon to admire views |
When the weather was bad, she leafed through incomprehensible magazines |
One morning her parents, for some reason or other, went on an excursion without |
her |
After luncheon an acquaintance of the family, Miss Skrim-Pshaw, took Drusilla |
to pay a call |
They walked to an inn called Le Crapaud Bleu |
They were shown into a garden where the topiary was being neglected |
Drusilla was told she was going to meet a wonderful old man who had been or |
done something lofty and cultured in the dim past |
Eventually Mr Crague appeared |
He kissed Miss Skrim-Pshaw's hand, and she presented Drusilla to him |
After they had sat down, Drusilla saw that Mr Crague wore no socks |
He and Miss Skrim-Pshaw mentioned a great many people who had done things in |
their conversation |
Tea was brought; |
it was nearly colourless, and there was a plate of |
crystallized ginger |
Mr Crague asked Drusilla if she liked paper |
He said he would have liked to show her his albums filled with beautiful pieces |
of it, but they were upstairs in his room |
Drusilla promised when she got home to send him some insides of envelopes she |
had saved |
Miss Skrim-Pshaw said it was time they made their adieux |
On the way back a few drops of rain fell. |
Somehow Drusilla was hungrier than |
she had been before tea |
Days went by |
Weeks went by |
Months went by |
Years went by. |
Drusilla was still inclined to be forgetful |
One day something reminded her of her promise to Mr Crague |
She began to hunt for the envelope-linings in her room |
On a sheet of newspaper at the bottom of a drawer she read that Mr Crague had |
died the autumn after she had been abroad |
When she found the pretty pieces of paper, she felt very sad and deglectful |
The wind came and took them through an open window; |
she watched them blow away |