Pittsville Direkt

Fall · Other Songs - Fall

No current is wasted

Where it wants to go

Some are only happy

In the throws

Of bitter arguments

Ready and packed

To ride them by train ride

By plane ride

Or from the insides

I can't deal with Pittsville Direkt

I don't wanna go to Pittsville Direkt

No no no Pittsville Direkt

Yes yes yes Pittsville Direkt

Stepped off the train platform

Crushed cig in cup

It's the English regulation state

Boarded at gate

Plane rides

I can't deal with Pittsville Direkt

I don't wanna trip to Pittsville Direkt

No love lost in Pittsville Direkt

And meanwhile

From New York to Skegness*

But don't ask your telephone cell

I don't wanna go to Pittsville Direckt

No no no no Pittsville Direkt

Please don't please Pittsville Direkt

Many a jest in Pittsville Direkt

By planeride

By trainride

What are they doing to go on 30 Park West?

Why have they got those masks on?

I wanna exit Pittsville Direkt

I'm correct about Pittsville Direkt

The citizens of Pittsville Direkt

Would be apt scaring [goats]

Ride out to where the planet's spawn

Drive carefully mother to be of wars

Boarding now for Pittsville Direkt

[ Skegness is a notoriously downmarket seaside town in Lincolnshire on

the east of England. --Ed.]

Pittsville Direkt

Fall's 'Pittsville Direkt' stands as a quintessential example of their post-punk evolution, characterized by a driving, rhythmic intensity that defines the band's later catalogue. Released during a period where the group refined their signature sound, the track features the band's typical blend of distorted guitars, pounding drums, and the distinctive vocal delivery of Mark E. Smith. The song exemplifies the raw energy and thematic darkness often explored in Fall's work, capturing the essence of their influence on the broader post-punk revival scene. As a standalone recording, it showcases the band's ability to craft dense, atmospheric soundscapes that have become a staple for fans of the genre.