Hear Courtney Love's Super Dark Reinterpretation of Mary Poppins

In every job that must be done

There is my procrastination

One finds the bones and slap

It’s all the same

And every task by the undertaker

Is soaked in bloody cake

And exotic meats, dead larks, and shopping sprees

And a spoonful of strychnine

Helps this life of black and gray

Pass so far away into red, red clouds

And a spoonful of arsenic

One can’t even taste

Help your broken heart fade forever not just

Now

A vulture feathering her nest

Does it deliberate and slow

Gathering carrion and worms and glides to

Warn you so, so slow

So intent in her pursuit to warn you of the storm

That hasn’t stopped from the day that you

Were born

You’re in the cold

And there’s no place to keep you warm…

The hornets buzz around you

There nest has fallen from the willows

The flowers tried to warn you now they wilt

Because they buzz on your misery

They’re coming just like plagues

And they think that you don’t believe in guilt

And here you are surrounded by the grind

And the buzz

Fun for them

But not for you, no ever!

Just a spoonful of hemlock

Helps it all go away

Forever and ever and ever

Just a spoonful of cyanide

Makes sure that no one came

And you won’t have to wake up

No, not ever

Photograph by Paola Kudacki for GARAGE.

Photograph by Paola Kudacki for GARAGE.

Photograph by Paola Kudacki for GARAGE.

Photograph by Paola Kudacki for GARAGE.

A version of this story appeared in GARAGE No. 2.