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Ramsdale
03:37
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Ramsdale
Where did you go?
Who did you go with?
Am I allowed to know?
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Wanted, Wanted
04:01
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Wanted, Wanted
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"
Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).
Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?
Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?
Still one of those blue-capped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!
Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').
Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.
My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soleil Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?
L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita;
Son fele—bien fol est qui s'y fie !
Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita !
Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?
Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.
Officer, officer, there they go—
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.
Officer, officer, there they are—
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out and take cover.
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.
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Dolores Stardust
01:03
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Dolores Stardust
My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.
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Alaska
02:58
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Alaska
I showed you the forests
I showed you the lakes
You tried to run away
We all make mistakes
I took you from New Engeland
took you through all the states
I took you to California
And in every place we stayed
We made love
to the song of birds
we woke up in a motel
and you said that it hurt
You asked me for a quarter
to call your mom back home
or to go and eat some popcorn
in the colored gloam
I took you to Savannah
I took you to Detroit
You took off your clothes
right into the void
LOLITA
I’ve been your teacher
I’ve tried to be your dad
I’ve been your lover
in every other bed
I’ve been your driver
Tried to be your best friend
I’ll be the scar
that you will wear until the end
I never took you to Alaska
so that is where you went
I drove by to give some money
to pay your debts and pay your rent
“I’m sorry I cheated so much
but that’s the way things are”
she said while I hid my tears
and crawled back to my car
LOLITA
“He broke my heart
You merely broke my life”
echoes of unconsciousness
until I arrived
and the birds screamed
in the drenched and steaming trees
I opened the door
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Quilty
02:26
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Quilty
Because you took advantage of a sinner
because you took advantage
because you took
because you took advantage of my disadvantage ...
... when I stood Adam-naked
before a federal law and all its stinging stars
... Because you took advantage of a sin
when I was helpless moulting moist and tender
hoping for the best
dreaming of marriage in a mountain state
aye of a litter of Lolitas ...
Because you took advantage of my inner
essential innocence
because you cheated me--
Because you cheated me of my redemption
because you took
her at the age when lads
play with erector sets
a little downy girl still wearing poppies
still eating popcorn in the colored gloam
where tawny Indians took paid croppers
because you stole her
from her wax-browed and dignified protector
spitting into his heavy-lidded eye
ripping his flavid toga and at dawn
leaving the hog to roll upon his new discomfort
the awfulness of love and violets
remorse despair while you
took a dull doll to pieces
and threw its head away
because of all you did
because of all I did not
you have to die
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HH
03:52
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HH
This then is my story
I have reread it
It has bits of marrow sticking to it
and blood, and beautiful bright green flies
I think my choice expresses
the nastiness best
Neither of us is alive
when you listen to this song
But when the blood still throbs
trough my writing hand
you are still as much part of blessed
matter as I am
and I can still talk to you
from here to Alaska
Do not let other fellows touch you
Do not talk to strangers. That husband of your, I hope
will always treat you well, because otherwise
my specter shall come at him, like black smoke
I am thinking of aurochs and angels
The secret of durable pigments
prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art
and this is the only immortality you and I might share
my Lolita
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7. |
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01:17
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Rodèlle Netherlands
Dedication to abstruseness and surprisingly vivid sentiments. The charming charade that is Rodèlle leaves you with an eagerness to find out what it is you’ve just listened to.
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