1313 / No. 1313
I was going to do a whole rhyming thing for No. 1313, but let’s face it, she’s the poet, not me. Her playlist leans heavily into her interest in the macabre and metered, with a pretty eclectic mix of genres in service of highlighting the range poetry often takes. Her songs deal with the themes of what it is to create and love despite the pain it often brings.
-D.H.
You got your H.P. Lovecraft
Your Edgar Allan Poe
You got your unkind of ravens
And your murder of crows
Catty eyelashes and your Dracula cape
Been flashing triple A passes
At the cemetery gates
Vampires never have to complain
Of living a dull circumstance
So let's all pretend that we are undead
In turn of the century France
And I liked you the best
When you a plain simple mess
Drinking wine from a pink, plastic cup
While the radio played
Some soft serenade
And we noticed the sun coming up
I don't wanna feel better
No one's ever gonna love me like that again
I don't wanna get over you
I wanna sit with you in bed
I don't wanna feel better
I'd give anything to miss you again
I don't wanna get over it
I wanna get under it instead
Ancient text from a past I cannot answer to
Less oracle, more victim, but equally blind
Preaching self-fulfilling prophecies constantly and
Gosh it seems awfully cozy for you to always know the "I told you so" is so close at hand
The essence, the basics without did you make it?
Allow me to make this childlike in nature
Rhythm, you have it or you don't
That's a fallacy, I'm in them
Every sprouting tree, every child of peace
Every cloud and sea, you see with your eyes
Friday nights
Foggy streets and Christmas lights
Wake me up on Saturday
Grab my hand and float away
Into the abyss again
And I will always be your friend
So grab my hand
Take my hand, I can't do this alone
Near or far, no matter how close you are
Hopelessly united in entropy
Could it be, the presence of memory
Is all we are, and all that we'll ever be?
Do you belong to a song?
Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs?
Are you drunk?
Have you been drinking?
Do you below the overpass go with a fifth in your fist
Reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn't love as much as you did?
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
