Zombies, sex, and a beautiful face are the three topics for this rock song. When I hinted to Bella over at elusivezombie that I wanted to write her a song, I asked which of those three topics I should focus on. She said, “I dislike restricting artists.” What a lovely answer. Thus, I thought up a way to write about all three. I imagined seeing Bella in a coffee shop and what type of story it would take to get her to come home with me. The one in the lyrics just might work. Her only request was distortion, and I gave her heaps of it. I took snippets of language from her poetic blog, like “cozy lies,” “teeky,” and the idea of love-making as a “flow.” Bella, thank you for the inspiration. This post is also devoted to i-heartzombies (who requested a zombie song just last night), to zombiepussyliquor and zombieslaughter (hot zombie lovers like Bella), and to nixombie, zombie-island, and zombiemania (good zombie content blogs)!! When I started this songwriting project, I didn’t know I’d write a zombie-based love song, let alone two. Maybe there will be more? If you want to hear the first one, also, go here. — K.C.
You are sipping on coffee
and reading a book on the films of George A. Romero.
I study your face like it is the first I’ve ever seen,
with dark eyes like windows,
and dark curls like frames.
And I know you are my muse.
And I know I have to have you,
and to get you, I’ll tell cozy lies.
I sit down and tell you I have a secret.
You humor me and look up from your book.
I tell you I work in a lab,
a medical lab, and tomorrow is our big day,
when we release the virus, a zombie virus,
and infect the whole population.
Your eyebrows raise and you cover your mouth
with your hand all in mock surprise.
You are too beautiful to suffer this fate, I exclaim.
I have the vaccine, and you’re the only one I want to save.
I have the vaccine, and it’s back in my room, hidden under my bed.
Come with me, and I’ll give it you; I’ll give you all I have.
So we teeky back to my room,
and I give you the cure right there on my bed,
all the cure I’ve got, until you feel far from dead.
Until we flow, flow together, and feel far from dead.
And we lay, cozy and living out my lie.