FIONA APPLE: HOT KNIFE.

HOT KNIFE is another gem from the last album of FIONA APPLE The Idler Wheel... -The Best album of 2012 for THE SONGBOOK- I love the percussion, the sequence of her voice and I love Fiona. Hope You Like.

LYRICS

If I'm butter - if I'm butter-
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope,
He's showing the dancing bird of paradise.

If I'm butter - if I'm butter-
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope,
He's showing the dancing bird of paradise.

He excites me
Must be like a genesis of rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I'm with him

If I'm butter - if I'm butter-
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope,
He's showing the dancing bird of paradise

I'm a hot knife- if I'm a hot knife-
I'm a hot knife if he's a pad of butter.
If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that
He's never gonna need- never need another.

I'm a hot knife- if I'm a hot knife-
I'm a hot knife if he's a pad of butter
If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that
He's never gonna need- never need another.

(And you can, and you can, and you can wild up around me)

(If I'm butter - if I'm butter-
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope,
He's showing the dancing bird of paradise)

(And you can, and you can, and you can wild up around me)

I'm a hot knife- if I'm a hot knife-
I'm a hot knife if he's a pad of butter
If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that
He's never gonna need- never need another.

(And you can, and you can, and you can wild up around me)

He excites me
Must be like a genesis of rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I'm with him...

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FIONA APPLE: EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.

A most anticipated return at the year belongs to FIONA APPLE. four album in sixteen year is an horrible average for a fan. This is EVERY SINGLE NIGHT one of the gems of her last album, as has been worth the wait. Hope you Like.

LYRICS

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 feelins in
Every single night's alright with my brain

What'd I say to her
What'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 elese's fault
I can't get caught
If what I am is what I am, cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back, cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk yoke and
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 shot bust open
My heart's made of parts of all that surround me
And 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

I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything

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FIONA APPLE: PAPER BAG.

FIONA APPLE is an american singer-songwriter who started her career in the middle of the nineties. She has published three albums to date and got a Grammy Award for Best Female Rock Vocal Performance at the 40th Grammy Awards with her song "Criminal" from Tidal (1996). Today we have chosen PAPER BAG from her second album "When the Pawn..." (2000). A great song with a very interesting Clip directed by Paul Thomas Anderson (Magnolia, 1999).

LYRICS

I was staring at the sky

Just looking for a star

To pray on, or wish on

Or something like that

I was having a sweet fix

Of a daydream of a boy

Whose reality I knew

Was a hopeless to be had

But then the dove of hope began its downward slope

And I believed for a moment that my chances were

Approaching to be grabbed

But as it came down near, so did a weary tear

I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up

I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb

Looking for a little hope

Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,

And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope

And I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified

Come on put a little love here in my void"

He said, "It's all in your head"

And I said, "So's everything'" but he didn't get it

I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up

I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up

I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Oh hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills

Because I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up

I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold

Hunger hurts, but starving it works, when it costs too much to love

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