No. VI / Dover
No. VI of the Last Cafe and Diner… he is, well, he’s Dover. Dover D. Demon, to be precise. I asked him what the “D.” stood for and he quite confidently told me, “Da,” of course. He is a strange greater cosmic entity if ever there was one, so I tried to capture a bit of his unique flavor in his playlist. His genres are a mix of abstract and experimental hip hop, some dark cabaret, and folk pop mostly. While his songs are fairly upbeat and bouncy, I tried to pick songs that really highlighted his more introspective undertones. Heavy is the bulbous orange head that wears the crown of cosmic powers.
-D.H.
I get lost in the deep space stars
And call for directions on prepaid cards
I don't got no pride when it comes to astronomy
If I know where I am then I feel like they're onto me
Can you smell it on my breath? Is it the whispering of death?
Or the slumbering aroma of the cousin of a coma?
Lie upon the sofa, relax and let your lids rest
Look into the nothing to see traces of the infinite
Circles, cycles, why do you torture me?
Eyelids mindful, carry the weight for me
Circles, cycles, why do you torture me?
Dreamcatcher, I’m falling but not asleep
Please intercede if you see people stopping me
Asking "how do I make this sound?", or givin' me demo CDs
Trying to get me to smoke weed and watch their TVs
Can we have all interactions through email, please?!
Been the lastest man picked for the kickball
Incoordinate: to hit, I miss a brick wall
That won't help an unpopular pick
Take a swig, now I'm captaining sh8t
And I'm putting legitimate players on duty
To gather them beauties what thought I had cooties
I'm not trying to hate
I don't think Taco Bell's a good first date, okay?
Leave your manga at home
Unless you wanna live your whole life alone
Just make a group chat instead
All your friends that you added to it wish you were dead
Harness your hopes on just one person
Because you know a harness was only made for one
Don't telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molasses
Cauterized in syrup and syrup and molasses
I'm just here to hold your hand when you die
And to show you around imaginary places
You see the heat death of the universe
Time is unwinding
The baby is kicking
If you listen close you can hear
Something ticking inside of them
Thine is the kingdom of wire and bone
Your wardenless prison
Your forever home
You can live on the edges
Look through the gaps in the fences
But that's about all
Call it what you will
I guess what we’re trying to say is
We’re glad to be here
Thank you for having us
And maybe we’ll see you when it’s over
