[00:09.836]Kyrie suggested we go for a drive in her new 2-door BMW coupe
[00:14.015]In the parking lot, we slipped into her bucket seats
[00:16.549]Kyrie took over from there.
[00:19.553]At nearly 90 miles per hour she zipped us up to that windy edge
[00:22.505]Known to some as Mullholland, that sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains
[00:26.815]Where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out of turns
[00:30.316]Sometimes dropping down to 50 miles per hour, only to immediately gun it back up to 90 again
[00:35.383]Fast, slow, fast fast slow
[00:38.309]Sometime a wide turn sometimes a quick one she preferred the tighter ones
[00:42.332]The sharp controlled jerks, swinging left to right before driving back to the right
[00:46.302]Only so she could do it all over again until after enough speed, and
[00:49.228]enough wind, and more distance than I had been prepared to expect
[00:52.598]Taking me to parts of the city I rarely think of and never visit...
[00:55.471]Hey pretty
[00:57.666]Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
[01:01.689]Through my world
[01:04.118]Hey pretty
[01:06.887]Don't you wanna kick and slide
[01:10.884]Through my world
[01:13.836]I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then, I know it didn't really matter, she wasn't listening
[01:18.329]She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat back, and told me to lie on top of her
[01:22.665]On top of those leather pants of hers, extremely expensive leather pants mind you,
[01:28.412]her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds
[01:32.173]Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab, small and round, like a tear
[01:35.961]Then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel her
[01:39.775]lips tremble against my ear, she seemed far, far away
[01:43.380]Pinch it, she said, which I did, lightly, until she also said pull it,
[01:47.063]which I also did, gently parting the teeth, one at a time, down under
[01:50.459]and beneath, the longest unzipping of my life...
[01:52.627]Hey pretty
[01:54.926]Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
[01:58.844]Through my world
[02:01.744]Hey pretty
[02:04.043]Don't you wanna kick and slide
[02:08.040]Through my world
[02:10.991]Hey pretty
[02:13.212]My pretty baby
[02:16.738]Rock it through my world (through my world)
[02:20.082]Hey pretty (Hey pretty)
[02:22.407]My pretty baby
[02:25.751]Rock it through my world (my world)
[02:29.538]We never even kissed, or looked into each other's eyes, our lips just
[02:33.013]Trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears,
[02:36.095]Filled them with the private music of wicked words
[02:38.472]Hers in many languages, mine in the off-color of my only tongue, until
[02:42.469]as our tones shifted and our consonants spun and squealed, rabbled faster, hesitated, raced harder
[02:48.686]Syllables soon melting into groans or moans, finding purchase in new words, or old words, or made-up words
[02:55.582]Until we gathered up our heat and refused to release it, enjoying too
[02:59.057]much the dark lane which we had suddenly stumbled upon
[03:02.035]Prayed to, carved to, not a communication really, but a channeling of
[03:06.267]our rumored desires, hers for all I know gone to black forests and
[03:10.237]wolves, mine banging back to the familiar form, that great revenant mystery I still could only hear the shape of
[03:16.480]Which in spite of our separate lusts and individual prize, still
[03:19.380]continued to drive us deeper into stranger tones, our mutual desire to keep gripping the burn
[03:24.369]Fueled by sound, hers screeching, mine... I didn't hear mine, only hers, probably counter-pointing mine
[03:31.344]A high pitched cry, then a whisper dropping unexpectedly, to practically
[03:35.524]a bark, a grunt, whatever, no sense anymore, and suddenly no more curves either, just the straightaway
[03:42.211]Too bad dark languages rarely survive..."
[03:48.977]Das nicht zu Hause sein x2 (= there is no house in german)
[03:51.511]Ba da da da (da x 8 echoes)