In the parking lot, we slipped into her bucket seats
Kyrie took over from there
At nearly ninety miles per hour, she zipped us up to that windy edge known to some as Mulholland
A sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains
Where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out of turns
Sometimes dropping down to fifty miles per hour
Only to immediately gun it back up to 90 again
Fast, slow, fast, fast, slow
Sometimes were wide turns, sometimes a quick one
She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp controlled jerks
Swinging left to right before driving back to the right
Only so she could do it all over again
Until after enough speed, and enough wind and more distance then I'd been prepared to expect
Taking me to parts of the city I rarely think of and never visit
I heard her say
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me, through my world?
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide through my world?
Do you get the gist of the song now?
I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then
I know it didn't really matter, she wasn't listening
She just yanked up on the emergency brake
Dropped her seat back and told me to lie on top of her
On top of those leather pants of hers
Her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds
Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab
Small and round like a tear
Then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel her lips tremble against my ear
She seemed far, far away
"Pinch it," she said, which I did lightly
Until she also said, "pull it," which I also did
Gently parting the teeth one at a time down
Under and beneath the longest unzipping of my life
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me, through my world?
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide through my world?
Hey pretty, my pretty baby, rock it through my world
Hey pretty, my pretty baby, rock it through my world
We never even kissed or looked into each others' eyes
Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears
Filled them with the private music of wicked words
Hers in many languages
Mine in the off-color of my only tongue
Too bad dark languages rarely survive
Hey pretty, my pretty baby
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
My baby, my pretty baby
Rock it through my world
Do you get the gist of the song now?
Poe (born Anne Decatur Danielewski; ; March 23, 1968) is an American singer, songwriter, and record producer. Poe's musical style is a blend of rock, jazz, electronica, folk, and hip hop elements combined with intimate lyrical compositions. Many of Poe's songs have been featured in films and on television. Poe first hit the modern rock charts in 1995.
Some of her early charting singles included "Angry Johnny", "Trigger Happy Jack", "Hello", and "Hey Pretty." Videos for these singles had heavy rotation on MTV. Poe spent six years with Atlantic Records and is currently on her own label, Repoezessed Music Records.
Noteworthy was Poe's early involvement with her online community of fans. Her web site, and the fan sites that supported her early in her career, predated modern social networking platforms and were among the first of their kind. Atlantic Records' Senior Vice President of New Media, Nikki Sleight, referred to Poe's online power and one-on-one communication with thousands attending her concerts as "unheard of and pretty phenomenal" in Sleight's 1997 interview with Web Magazine.
In 2004, she co-founded the digital innovations agency Signature Creative Inc with John Gheur.
In September 2014, Poe received the title of UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador due to her invitation by Yoko Ono to participate in a UNICEF campaign and her donated performance. The campaign launched a world version of John Lennon's classic song "Imagine" featuring dozens of musical artists from around the world. Poe joined others singing in the music video that included a video clip of John Lennon that spearheads a global campaign by UNICEF to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the Convention on the Rights of the Child.
