Posted by trouble on March 18, 2002, at 9:50:48
In reply to The Applicant by Sylvia Plath, posted by kid_A on March 17, 2002, at 21:44:41
Peter Laughner,
Rocket From The Tombs,
precursor of Dead Boys and Pere Ubu, Datapanik records, 1974 (Out of print, I've never heard the original, I'm taking liberties w/ the following half-forgotten lyrics from an old Death of Samantha LP)Sylvia Plath
Was never too good at math
But they tell me that she finished
At the head of her classAnd when she lost her virginity
She didn't lose it too fast
They wouldn't hold any dress rehearsals for
Sylvia PlathSylvia Plath
Came into Manhatten
She had crawled out of one
Cocoon where there was absolutely
Nothin happenin
And if I'm gonna be classless and crass
I'm gonna break up some glass
Nobody broke anything sharper than
Sylvia PlathThere's no vast excuses (?)
There's just the dance in the aftermathAnd when you check out of this hotel jack
Yer nothin but an autographThe desk clerk wakes her at seven
And he tosses it out w/the trash
But he'll keep around a couple of letters
Which were addressed to
Sylvia PlathSylvia Plath
Woke up and turned on the gas
Then she put her head down and completely
Forgot about lighting a matchThe rest of the details
Are too boring to attachLet's see you do one thing as graceful as
Sylvia Plath
Let's see you do one thing as graceful as
Sylvia PlathYeah, let's see you do one thing as senselessly cruel as
Sylvia Plath
It's unbeleievably beautiful if you ever come across a copy or cover by any band, I predict you will buy it stat.p.s. I like that last line, it must be one for her kids, ya think?
poster:trouble
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