Trudging through the morning and the tramp with the trampoline under his arm, shifts past your whiskers so stark is the charm but the barking alarm waits coiled ’til the corner is turned
And the bicycle wheels all struggle to move round in your muddy mind blatantly caked and unwilling to wind uncooperative time so he sits on the springs ’til the muck goes dry
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the
What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reaps rewards from ill fitting thoughts
And twilight forced you to go on a walk, your legs start running and your head gets caught
Canopy 19 is perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening fall from the aftertaste
You’ll have to slip away I am unhappy to say, behold there’s a crook in the hammock plays
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
Behold there’s a crook in the hammock plays cruelly with the base of the scales
And fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
Gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp
Cruelly with the base and the scales
And fucking fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
She was gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
Exploring the Surreal Imagery of “Pretty Visitors”
“Pretty Visitors” by Arctic Monkeys is a whirlwind of surreal imagery and cryptic storytelling. The lyrics paint a vivid scene filled with odd characters—like the tramp with the trampoline and the crook in the hammock—set against a backdrop of confusion and unease. The recurring line about “pretty visitors” waving their arms and casting the shadow of a snake pit hints at fleeting, possibly deceptive presences that disrupt the narrator’s psyche. With its rapid-fire verses and evocative metaphors, the song explores themes of anxiety, perception, and the masks people wear, all delivered with Alex Turner’s signature poetic flair.
Song Credits
Songwriters: Alex Turner
Release Year: 2009
Label: Domino Recording Company