Anaconda
05-21-2003, 12:19 AM
I don't know what it is... but something about this song has Racin' written all over it :P
Hey Pretty
As performed by: Poe, Feat. Mark Danielewski
Mark:
Kyrie suggested we go for a drive in her new 2 door BMW Coupe.
In the parking lot, we slipped into her bucket seats.
Kyrie took over from there.
At nearly ninety miles per hour,
she zipped us up to that windy edge know to some as Mullholland,
a sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains,
where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out of turns,
sometimes dropping down to fifty miles per hour only to immediately gun it back up to ninety again,
fast, slow, fast-fast, slow,
sometimes a wide turn sometimes a quick one.
She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp controlled jerks,
swinging left to right before driving back to the right,
only so she could do it all over again,
until after enough speed and enough wind and more distance than I'd been prepared to expect,
taking me to parts of the city I rarely think of and never visit,
I heard her say...
Poe:
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Do you get the gist of the song now?
Mark:
I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then,
I know it didn't really matter. She wasn't listening.
She just yanked up on the emergency brake,
dropped her seat back and told me to lie on top of her,
on top of those leather pants of hers,
her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft slightly oily folds,
positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab,
small and round like a tear,
then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel her lips tremble against my ear,
she seemed far, far away-"pinch it" she's said,
which I did, lightly, until she also said "pull it" which I also did,
gently, parting the teeth, one at a time, down, under and beneath,
the longest unzipping of my life
Poe:
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Hey pretty
My pretty baby
Rockin' through my world
(my world)
Hey pretty
(hey pretty)
my pretty baby
Rockin' through my world
(my world)
Mark:
We never even kissed or looked into each other's eyes.
Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears,
filled them with the private music of wicked words,
hers in the many languages,
mine in the off color of my only tongue.
Too bad dark languages rarely survive.
Poe:
Hey pretty..hey pretty (my pretty baby) hey pretty baby
don?t you wanna take a ride with me? don?t you wanna take a ride with me?
My baby, don?t you wanna take a ride with me? (my baby) my pretty baby.
Do you get the gist of this song now?
Do you get the gist of this song now?
My pretty baby
--Music & Lyrics By: Poe (Annie Danielewski) & Mark Z. Danielewski (reading from his book House of Leaves (2000))
Hey Pretty
As performed by: Poe, Feat. Mark Danielewski
Mark:
Kyrie suggested we go for a drive in her new 2 door BMW Coupe.
In the parking lot, we slipped into her bucket seats.
Kyrie took over from there.
At nearly ninety miles per hour,
she zipped us up to that windy edge know to some as Mullholland,
a sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains,
where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out of turns,
sometimes dropping down to fifty miles per hour only to immediately gun it back up to ninety again,
fast, slow, fast-fast, slow,
sometimes a wide turn sometimes a quick one.
She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp controlled jerks,
swinging left to right before driving back to the right,
only so she could do it all over again,
until after enough speed and enough wind and more distance than I'd been prepared to expect,
taking me to parts of the city I rarely think of and never visit,
I heard her say...
Poe:
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Do you get the gist of the song now?
Mark:
I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then,
I know it didn't really matter. She wasn't listening.
She just yanked up on the emergency brake,
dropped her seat back and told me to lie on top of her,
on top of those leather pants of hers,
her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft slightly oily folds,
positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab,
small and round like a tear,
then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel her lips tremble against my ear,
she seemed far, far away-"pinch it" she's said,
which I did, lightly, until she also said "pull it" which I also did,
gently, parting the teeth, one at a time, down, under and beneath,
the longest unzipping of my life
Poe:
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Hey pretty
My pretty baby
Rockin' through my world
(my world)
Hey pretty
(hey pretty)
my pretty baby
Rockin' through my world
(my world)
Mark:
We never even kissed or looked into each other's eyes.
Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears,
filled them with the private music of wicked words,
hers in the many languages,
mine in the off color of my only tongue.
Too bad dark languages rarely survive.
Poe:
Hey pretty..hey pretty (my pretty baby) hey pretty baby
don?t you wanna take a ride with me? don?t you wanna take a ride with me?
My baby, don?t you wanna take a ride with me? (my baby) my pretty baby.
Do you get the gist of this song now?
Do you get the gist of this song now?
My pretty baby
--Music & Lyrics By: Poe (Annie Danielewski) & Mark Z. Danielewski (reading from his book House of Leaves (2000))