Mar
11
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Mar
9
Could this be Fiona Apple’s new album cover?
This photo appeared on Fiona Apple’s Facebook page yesterday, with no caption or leading information. The poem, it was announced earlier, is the title of her new, release-date-still-TBA record. Yes, another album title that’s an entire poem. I wouldn’t be surprised if this photo of notepaper turns out to be the new record’s cover art. The cover of her last album was a photograph she took of a flower, which she chose because, she said, it got her out of having to do another photo shoot. Homegirl’s never particularly enjoyed a photo shoot.
The more I live with it, the more I like this stanza she’s penned. Fi’s still playing with the nautical theme she’s often visited (see “Sullen Girl,” “O’ Sailor”), and still evincing her own theories about desistance propelling self-actualization (“Waltz,” “Extraordinary Machine”). I especially like the last idea, “whipping cords will serve you more than ropes will ever do.” Whipping cords or whipping knots, for all you landlubbers, are the special binding at the end of a rope that keeps it from fraying or unraveling. That Fiona Apple’s one smart cookie.
Feb
28
Here’s another speech you wish I’d swallow
Another cue for you to fold your ears
Another train of thought too hard to follow
Chugging along to the song that belongs to the shifting of gears
Fiona Apple, “To Your Love”
Feb
27
How many times do I have to say to get away - get gone
Flip your shit past another lass’ humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away with a lot
But I’m not turned onSo, put away that meat you’re selling
‘Cause I do know what’s good for me
And I’ve done what I could for you
But you’re not benefitting
Yet I’m sitting, singing again:How can I deal with this
If he won’t get with this
Am I gonna heal from this
He won’t admit to itNothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It’s time the truth was out
That he don’t give a shit about meHow many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can’t breatheAnd I must decide
If you must deride
That I’m much obliged
To up and goI’ll idealize, then realize
That it’s no sacrifice
Because a price
Is paid and there’s nothing left to grieveFuckin’ go
Cuz I’ve done what I could for you
And I do know what’s good for me
And I’m not benefittingInstead I’m sitting, singing again:
How can I deal with this
If he won’t get with this
Am I gonna heal from this
He won’t admit to itNothing to figure out
I’ve got to get him out
It’s time the truth was out
That he don’t give a shit about me
Fiona Apple, “Get Gone”
Feb
26
I’m either so sick in the head I
Need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that’s it
Fiona Apple, “Tymps”
Feb
4
I don’t understand about diamonds
And why men buy them
What’s so impressive about a diamond
Except the mining?
It’s dangerous work
Trying to get to you, too
And I think if I didn’t
Have to kill myself doing it
Maybe I wouldn’t think so much of you
Fiona Apple, “Red Red Red”
Feb
2
I know tomorrow brings
The consequence at hand
But I’ll keep living this day
Like the next will never come
Fiona Apple, “Criminal”
Feb
1
My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will disprove your faith in man
Fiona Apple, “Fast As You Can”
Jan
30
You’ll remember me
Like a melody
Yeah, I’ll haunt the world inside you
Fiona Apple, “Slow Like Honey”
Jan
28
I opened my eyes while you were kissing me once
More than once
And you looked as sincere as a dog
Just as sincere as a dog does
When it’s the food on your lips with which it’s in love
Fiona Apple, “Parting Gift”
Yes, I found this picture of Fiona and her dog, Janet, because I am that good at the Internet.
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