Thursday, February 16, 2006

Possessed by Fiona Apple

So I had Fiona Apple in mind when I wrote this one, Specifically the feel of "Shadowboxer" and "Never is a promise" I think that's what its called, but I think you can catch the rhythm of where I was going especially with the hanging words.

The hippy


And your misaligned armies stand like pretty poison
Oh the flowers they carry are rotted and dead
Like single file means anything to you now
When you're all we had to follow, (follow me.)

When I'm on my back and waiting for you to
Turn out the lights to enlighten me
See
I feel the chills running up and down my spine

So I was walking home deep in this trance
And I had you on my mind, but my world
Was fashioned on tinted lenses
Like you'd even care what I thought

Well I'm on my back tossing and turning
Go on turn the lights on now I
See
From the corner of my eyes
I
See from out the corner of my eyes
The state of the union and your pack of lies

I want
It

So I was walking home deep in this trance
And I had you on my mind, but my world
Was fashioned on tinted lenses
Like you'd even care what I thought

When I'm on my back and waiting for you to
Turn out the lights to enlighten me
See
I feel the chills running up and down my spine

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