Fiona Apple

Hace algunas semanas ya que no dejo de pensar en Fiona Apple.
Escucho sus discos una y otra vez en la ciudad, en mi casa, en mi cabeza y mientras personas locas me miran con ojos tan oscuros que no sé decir si amo, odio, deseo o simplemente crezco y preparo mi propia muerte.

Pasión, nada de ópera.

Siempre hay un tema, uno en cada disco, que es el tema meant to repeat. 
Blue, 4, 10, 8
hay girasoles por la ventana y no estás acá para verlos
Rise, speak, love, repeat
Fuck!

el tema corazón del disco es pura fusión de almas, 
es rock, vértigo, piano, escalofríosmiedoscrueldadyfuerza
---corazón---
---el gemido que viene justo antes de---


hoy,
el corazón es Get gone


How many times do I have to say
to get away-get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses
humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away
with a lot, but I'm not turned-on
so put away that meat you're selling

Cuz I do know what's good for me-
and I've done what I could for you
but you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
singing again, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
I'm gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
shit about me

How many times can it escalate
till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
that I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize, then realize that it's no
sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
there's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin go

Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's
good for me and I'm not benefiting,
instead I'm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,
sing, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
I'm gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
shit about me