hurrican

With pretty much every release Melanie Martinez has been impressing me as of late. First with Pity Party, then with Soap and now here with Sippy Cup which is a quirky little electronic pop track that actually has a brooding nature to it through the lyrics. That’s something I’ve always admired about Melanie, she’s got a way with lyrics which not many artists have and can really tell a story through them. Also her voice is amazing - Jakk

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“run on through the neighborhood/ pull right up because I look so good …”

The Coathangers, Hurricane

Within a White Aeroplane

I wish I had told you
when even the stars had been
too cold to breathe, that
yes,
you are my disaster.

See, your hurricane blew out
the paper-candle-sun I’d so
precariously perched
back in January
for warmth and solitary
subsistence.
Instead, you dragged me out
into harsh, hot, white
spotlight,
my hand grabbed in yours,
with your series of purple and then more
purple verses,
while I resisted the fact that
that
I wanted, want
wanted, want
to be more
than fodder for your poetry.

You may not comprehend
the catastrophe conjured
by your hands, your words
but I know myself.
I’ve always lived on the
edge of disarray and I
think I relished,
relish
my mania
because now I’m
stilled.
Stilled.
Wagon wheels stuck
in African mud,
halted
by stop signs of
violet violent violet
velvety verses.

Now I’m cowering under blankets
for artificial warmth,
with my thoughts
and a book, all clad
in the ghosts of your hands, I’ve been
stilled.
You’ve thrown silence
into the life of a musician.
You have scratched the vinyl
to break the song into pieces,
stop
stop
Caution.
This is a broken record.

Stilled.
If you are a hurricane,
then I am a bigger blossoming wreck,
still
you have managed to do it -
stilled.

All I want is to shatter
teacup
after
teacup
against the walls
and scream
into your too-brown eyes
but I can’t say or sing a thing,
cowering -
stilled.

I wish I had told you
when the stars had been too cold to breathe and
you and me
you and me
did not even bother
to inhale or other such trivialities;
our breaths had been stolen
in the time and space of a white
aeroplane,
I wish I had said
yes,
you are my disaster,
so what am I to you?