Fiona Apple is reading my mind again.
The early cars
Already are
Drawing deep breaths past my door
And last night's phrases
Sick with lack of basis
Are still writhing on my floor
And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words should work in
holding me down
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
for the gag, and the bind, and
ammunition round.
Conversation, once colored by esteem
Became dialogue
As a diagram of a play for blood
-Took a vacation, my palate got clean
Now I can taste your agenda
While you're spitting your cud.
And it doesn't seem fair
I should fall for the kingcraft of a
meritless crown;
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round.
This is not about love
Because I am not in love
In fact, I can't stop falling out
This is not about love
Because I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out.
"What is this posture I have to stare at"
That's what he said
when I was sitting up straight
Changed the name of the game when
he lost it
He knew he was wrong
But he knew it too late
But I'm not being fair;
Cause I chose to listen to that filthy
Mouth-
But I'd like to choose right
Take all the things
That I said
That he stole
Put 'em in a sack;
Swing 'em over my shoulder
Turn on my heels, step out of his sight;
Try to live in a lovelier light
This is...
don't ever wait that long between albums again, Ms. Apple.
The early cars
Already are
Drawing deep breaths past my door
And last night's phrases
Sick with lack of basis
Are still writhing on my floor
And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words should work in
holding me down
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
for the gag, and the bind, and
ammunition round.
Conversation, once colored by esteem
Became dialogue
As a diagram of a play for blood
-Took a vacation, my palate got clean
Now I can taste your agenda
While you're spitting your cud.
And it doesn't seem fair
I should fall for the kingcraft of a
meritless crown;
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round.
This is not about love
Because I am not in love
In fact, I can't stop falling out
This is not about love
Because I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out.
"What is this posture I have to stare at"
That's what he said
when I was sitting up straight
Changed the name of the game when
he lost it
He knew he was wrong
But he knew it too late
But I'm not being fair;
Cause I chose to listen to that filthy
Mouth-
But I'd like to choose right
Take all the things
That I said
That he stole
Put 'em in a sack;
Swing 'em over my shoulder
Turn on my heels, step out of his sight;
Try to live in a lovelier light
This is...
don't ever wait that long between albums again, Ms. Apple.
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
palo:
Maybe I'm one of the few, but I think just about everything is mind-blowing when it's with a certain person, even mundane things. Even the silence excites me.
evalution:
I just love Fiona Apple! How are you doing?
