Fiona Apple - Dull Tool
Come on out, come on out
Where’d you go, where’d you go
I don’t mean to play here
Figure out, figure out
What you know, what you know
Figure out how to say it clear

‘Cause you’re more likely to get cut with a dull tool
Than a sharp one

You stuck around, stuck around, stuck around
Until you got me
And then, and then you dropped me

You, you don’t kiss when you kiss
You don’t fuck when you fuck
You don’t say what you mean
You don’t talk loud enough
No pulse in your impulse
Celebration’s impossible

You forgot the difference between equanimity and passivity
You forgot you have to try, you have to try, you have to try
You forgot that glorious feeling that you get when you get the truth
So tell that girl you don’t love her
And if you do tell her two times

‘Cause you’re more likely to get cut with a dull tool
Than a sharp one

You, you don’t kiss when you kiss
You don’t fuck when you fuck
You don’t say what you mean
You don’t talk loud enough
No pulse in your impulse
Celebration’s impossible when

You don’t kiss when you kiss
You don’t fuck when you fuck
You don’t say what you mean
You don’t talk loud enough
No pulse in your impulse
Celebration’s impossible

You don’t kiss when you kiss
You don’t fuck when you fuck
You don’t say what you mean
You don’t talk loud enough
No pulse in your impulse
Celebration’s impossible when

You don’t kiss when you kiss
You don’t fuck when you fuck
You don’t say what you mean
You don’t talk loud enough
No pulse in your impulse
Celebration’s impossible
Celebration’s impossible
Celebration’s impossible
Celebration’s impossible
"You forgot that glorious feeling that you get when you get the truth…"
— Fiona Apple - Dull Tool
Fiona Apple - Werewolf

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

But you were such a super guy ‘til the second you get a whiff of me
We are like a wishing well and a bolt of electricity
But we can still support each other, all we gotta do’s avoid each other
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key

The lava of the volcano shot up hot from under the sea
One thing leads to another and you made an island of me

And I could liken you to a chemical the way you made me compound a compound (?)
But I’m a chemical, too, inevitable you and me would mix
And I could liken you to a lot of things but I always come around
‘Cause in the end I’m a sensible girl, I know the fiction of the fix (?)

But you were such a super guy ‘til the second you get a whiff of me
We are like a wishing well and a bolt of electricity
But we can still support each other, all we gotta do’s avoid each other
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key

Fiona Fucking Apple

Every single night
I endure the flight
of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain.
These ideas of mine
percolate the mind.
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly
Swelling to a blaze.
That’s where the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can’t fit the feelings in.
Every single night’s alright with my brain.

What’d i say to her
Why’d i say it to her
What does she think of me?
That i’m not what I ought to be?
That i’m what i try not to be
It’s got to be somebody elses fault
I can’t get caught.

If what I am is what I am cause I does what I does
Then brother step back cause my breast’s gonna bust open
The rib  is the shell and the heart is a yolk and
I just made a meal for us both to choke on.
Every single night is a fight with my brain.

I just wanna to feel everything. (x3)

So I’m gonna try to be still
Gonna renounce the mill a little while and
if we had a doble-king-sized bed
We could move in it and I’d soon forget…

That what I am is what I am cause I does what I does
And maybe i’d relax; let my breast just bust open
My heart’s made of parts of all that around me
and that’s why the devil just can’t get around me.
Every single night is alright, every single night is a fight.
Every single fight’s alright
with my brain…

I just wanna feel everything. (x4)

You didn’t see my valentine
I sent it via pantomime
While you were watching someone else
I stared at you and cut myself
It’s all I do cause I’m not free
A fugitive too dull to flee
I’m amorous but out of reach
A still-life drawing of peach.

I’m a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I’ve made my peace, I’m dead, I”m done
I watch you live to have my fun.

I root for you, I love you, you -you-you-you

I made it to a dinner date
My teardrops seasoned every plate
I tried to dance, but lost my nerve
I cramped up in my learning curve

I’m a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
But I’ve resolved to sail on through
In the wake of tales of you…

I root for you, I love you, you -you-you-you

Fiona Apple - Valentine.

"

My cheeks were reflecting the longest wavelengths
My brow was folded up and grazing my forehead.
And I kept touching my neck to guide your eye to where I wanted you to kiss me when we find some time alone.

My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights
I look like a neon zebra shaking mane off the stripes
and the rivulets had you riveted to the places that I wanted you to kiss me when we find some time alone.

And then we can do anything we want (x3)

Started out sipping the water I know we tried to swallow the wave
and we try not to let the bastards get us down
and we don’t worry anymore because when the (?) comes we get {?)
after all look around what’s happened has happened has happened now.

Let’s pretend we’re 8 years old playing hooky
I’ll draw on the wall and you can play UFC rookie
then we’ll grow up, take our clothes off and you remind me that i wanted you to kiss me when we find some time alone.

And then we can do anything we want (x4)

"
Fiona Apple - Anything We Want lyrics

Oh, well…

- Never Is A Promise

Sleep To Dream typography
http://sketchyourheartout.com
PD: They should check lyrics first… but still is quite funny

Sleep To Dream typography

http://sketchyourheartout.com

PD: They should check lyrics first… but still is quite funny

Doodling while listening to “Waltz” + photoshop

Doodling while listening to “Waltz” + photoshop

tagged → #Fiona Apple #Waltz #lyrics #doodle