Lyrics: from Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita, chapter 13
Music: Geoff Sanborn
O my Carmen, my little Carmen!
Something, something those something nights
And the stars and the cars and the bars and the barmen--
And, O my charmin', our dreadful fights
Time: Sunday morning in June
Place: sunlit living room.
Props: old sofa, magazines, phonograph.
She wore that day a pretty print dress that I had seen on her once before,
Ample in the skirt, tight in the bodice, short-sleeved, pink.
She had painted her lips and was holding in her hollowed hands a beautiful, banal, Eden-red apple.
She tossed it up into the sun-dusted air, and caught it--
It made a cupped polished plop.
And the something town where so gaily, arm in
Arm, we went, and our final row,
And the gun I killed you with, O my Carmen,
The gun I am holding now.
There seemed to be nothing to prevent my muscular thumb from reaching the hot hollow of her groin--just as you might tickle a giggling child--
Just that--and: "Oh it's nothing at all," she cried with a sudden shrill note in her voice, and she threw her head back,
And her teeth rested on her glistening underlip, and my moaning mouth almost reached her bare neck,
While I crushed out against her left buttock the last throb of the longest ecstasy man or monster had ever known.
Immediately afterwards (as if we had been struggling and now my grip had eased) she rolled off the sofa and jumped to get
The telephone that may have been ringing for ages as far as I was concerned.
There she stood and blinked, cheeks aflame, hair awry, her eyes passing over me as lightly as they did over the furniture.
Blessed be the Lord, she had noticed nothing!
from When I Died,
released October 15, 2014
Instruments and vocals: Geoff Sanborn