Fiona Apple

I was actually exposed to Fiona Apple in a weird way.

I thought she sang the song “Ugly Girl”; a guilty pleasure of mine that I associated with an ex, and him dumping us for someone supposedly not as pretty (according to others- we never trust our own opinion on what is beauty).

I already purchased a couple of her albums before I realized that the song “Ugly Gil” is in fact sung by Fleming and John (if you Google the song though, a LOT of people think it’s Fiona Apple).

Too late. I was addicted to the haunting melody and husky sort of voice quality that Ms. Apple has.

Today one of my favorites, “Paper Bag”, came on our iPod while driving to work.  I was technically out, but the lyrics of the song struck everyone pretty personally.

I thought it might be nice to share it.  Plus, everyone should check her out anyway.
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Paper Bag

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had

But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
‘Cause I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up
I got to fold ’cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn’t stay, wouldn’t put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, ‘Honey, I don’t feel so good, don’t feel justified”
“Come on put a little love here in my void,’ he said, ‘It’s all in your head’
And I said, ‘So’s everything’
But he didn’t get it

I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
‘Cause I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up
I got to fold ’cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
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