Who knew Costco had such delicious and affordable wine?! Check out some themed and not-so-themed lyrical poetry this episode!
Lyrics by Jacquie Burckley:
To the tune of “Still” by Daughter
The punch burned my chest
The shoes split my soles
Put my heart through the test
But I’ll do my best
I could save myself from unrest
But that would make me second best
I can love you if you let me
I will love you if you let me
To the tune of “Skin” by Durmont Kennedy
Drawn on by the days
I didn’t know my own strength
Forever running in place
You kept me at arm’s length
I blew out the window and
picked through the lock
Felt the warmth of the sun
By keeping you in the dark
To the tune of “Amen” by Amber Run with the London Contemporary Voices
I’m losing the tally, but who’s keeping score?
Closed fists against the marble door
Every morning the deputy discloses the minutes
Yes, love is an ugly business
Saw the pain in your eyes as I told you goodbye
I admit that sometimes I ignored all the signs
And it’s hard to describe why I walked by your side
But I realize now that it’s me I despise
Lyrics by Chrissy Schreiber, modeled after the work of artists with synesthesia.
“Tidal Wave” to the tune of “Give a Little” by Maggie Rogers
This tidal wave inside my brain
I can’t control, I can’t contain
I open up and let it coat the dirt
Hear my body screaming out
My veins, my lungs, my heart, my mouth
This pain draws patterns all across your shirt
“Bless Her” to the tune of “OKAY, OKAY” by Alessia Cara
Wake up in the mornin’
Slap the sun without a warnin’
Coat my hair, grab my smile off of the dresser
(Can’t forget it)
Screw my springs to my feet
Then take it to the concrete
They hear me sing my song
They say “bless her”
(Can’t forget it, get it)
“Gilded Girl” to the tune of “Buzzcut Season” by Lorde
You think I’m solid, made of steel
Touch my face to check out if I’m real
Scratch away at these lips of velvet
Crumbling, now they coat the carpet
This head feels like a bust
That looks like gold but it’s just filled with dust
And if you peeled away my skin
You’d see I’m made of glass
(Read) Between the Vines 