lyric of the day 1/29/08

This is another one of those songs that I definitely change the pronoun.  It reminds me so much of someone that it often makes me stop what I'm doing and just listen.  And sometimes sigh.
She's a brilliant lyricist and a great singer.  The whole Extraordinary Machine album is brilliant (the other 2 have fabu songs on them (and Pawn has more, but there are singularly better songs on Tidal) but all of EM is outstanding). 

Those boom times
Went bust.
My feet of clay,
They dried to dust.
The red isn't the red we painted it's
Just
Rust.

And that signature thing
That used to bring my following,
I have trouble now
Even remembering.
So why did I kiss her so hard
Late last Friday night?
And keep on letting her change all my plans?

I'm either so sick in the head that I need to be bled dry to quit,
Or I just really used to love her.
I sure hope that's it.

I knew that
To keep in touch
Would do me deep in dutch
Cause it isn't the rush of remembering
It's
Just
Mush.

And that signature thing
Is only growing harrowing.
I should have no trouble now
To keep from following.

So why did I kiss her so hard
Late last Friday night?
And keep on letting her change all my plans?
I'm either so sick in the head I need to be bled dry to quit,
Or i just really used to love her.
I sure hope that's it.
- Fiona Apple, "Tymps (The Sick In the Head Song)"