It's one last call for alcohol. You're slow and pressed against the wall.
You said, "Someone's got a passenger and god, I hope it's you!"
Row by row and house by house by even numbers headed South
I even held your hair back while you puked..
And though I've had this feast before, my darling, I do admit for you I'm starving
Living for too long in poverty
And now my heart you do caress, posses my deep and sunken chest
With love every time you look at me
Oh Penelope, are you listening
To the words that flow from the Cemetery?
And will I be in your league when we're underneath?
My dear Penelope..
So just because that didn't really happen, scribbled down on dirty napkins,
Doesn't make it fictional to me.
Between every character I imitate and love song that I emulate
The metaphors, they teach me who to be
Oh Penelope, are you listening
To the words that flow from the Cemetery?
And will I be in your league when we're underneath?
My dear Penelope..
Jeremiah Matthews 2009
credits
from We Are Stray Bears,
released September 12, 2011
(c) copyright Jeremiah Matthews
Forged Artifacts announce the sophomore release, available on limited gold cassette, from lo-fi Portlander Alexei Shishkin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2016