Scissor Sisters – The Secret Life of Letters (199 plays)
It’s the secret life of letters
The secret life of words
Where do they hide unspoken
I haven’t heard
Fiona Apple – A Mistake (89 plays)
And when the day is done
And I look back
And the fact is I had fun
All the advice I shunned
And I ran where they told me not to run
But I sure had fun
That one song that cheers me up when I fuck somebody’s plans or when I just feel stupid for making a bad decision.
Good singers feel what they sing; Fiona Apple sings what she feels. There’s a big difference, and real artistry is made by the latter.
Feist – The Circle Married the Line (20 plays)
Even from the way he is near me
Making me unending teary
Makes me remember the things that I forgot
It’s as much what it is as what it is not
When I hear her sing the chorus and when she reaches those words “the circle marries the line…” I always get this feeling it was supposed to be interpreted sexually, which is why I really like the song in the first place (lol). But what’s most amazing about the song is how it gives us another implication she might’ve been referring to a sunset, or two radically different people who fall in love with each other.
In the end, I realized Feist must have been depicting a poetically coherent ensemble of sex, sunsets, and soulmates at the same time.
It’s a juicy piece of poetry, for all its wonderful meanings.
Emiliana Torrini – Fisherman's Woman (9 plays)
“I’m pretending to be a good fisherman’s woman
Just like Anna Ingunn’s mom
The gladiator of all fisherman’s wives…”
It’s amazing how she makes her voice sound so poetic.
Erykah Badu – Next Lifetime (21 plays)
I guess I’ll see you next lifetime, maybe we’ll be butterflies.
One of the few songs that put me in extreme, extreme melancholy and a tease of hopeless optimism. This is how you do real RNB Soul, bitches.
Fiona Apple – Werewolf (20 plays)
I could liken you to a werewolf the way you left me for dead, but I admit that I provided a full moon. And I could liken you to a shark the way you bit off my head, but then again I was waving around a bleeding open wound.
I guess I go back to Fiona Apple to comfort me whenever I’m mistaken I’ve found somebody for life.
This’ll be on repeat before I get a “distraction”? Any volunteers?