Siamo contenti che Fiona Apple abbia scelto un pezzo da discoteca così sparato per lanciare il suo quarto album, il primo dal 2005. E’ questa la Fiona Apple che ci fa impazzire, quella che punta dritta alla top ten.
Every Single Night anticipa l’uscita di The Idler Wheel is wiser than the Driver of the Screw, and Whipping Cords will serve you more than Ropes will ever do (19 giugno). E’ la prima traccia dell’album.
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Every Single Night
(Fiona 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 when 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 alight 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 else’s fault
I can’t get caught
If what I am is what I am, cause I does what I does
then brother, step back, because my breast’s gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk/yoke
I just made a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night’s a fight with my brain
I just want to feel everything
So I’m gonna try to be still now
gonna renounce the mill a little while and
if we had a double 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 the things that surround me
That’s why the devil just can’t get around me
Every single night’s alright, every single night’s a fight
and every single fight’s alright
with my brain