5.04.2008

sorry poetry we're kicking you off the island

I just realized we don't need poetry anymore. To wit:




So Nice, So Smart
--Kimya Dawson


i was quiet as a mouse
when i snuck into your house
and took roofies with your spouse
in a nit and out a louse
and lice are lousy all the time
they suck your blood drink your wine
say shut up and quit your crying
give it time and you'll be fine

you're so nice and you're so smart
you're such a good friend i hafta break your heart
tell you that i love you then i'll tear your world apart
just pretend i didn't tear your world apart

i like boys with strong convictions
and convicts with perfect diction
underdogs with good intentions
amputees with stamp collections
plywood skinboards ride the ocean
salty noses suntan lotion
always seriously joking
and rambunctiously soft-spoken
i like boys that like their mothers
and i have a thing for brothers
but they always wait til we're under the covers
to say i'm sure glad we're not lovers

you're so nice and you're so smart
you're such a good friend i hafta break your heart
tell you that i love you then i'll tear your world apart
just pretend i didn't tear your world apart

i like my new bunnysuit
i like my new bunnysuit
i like my new bunnysuit
when i wear it i feel cute

1 comment:

Bradley Sands said...

This video makes me think that she is dead.

I saw the Moldy Peaches in NY when the opened up for The Strokes on Halloween. It was in the year 2001. People were afraid that the city was going to blow up.

Blake Butler kicked Ryan Call's head or something. This is why his name was familiar to me.