«Every Single Night» lyrics
Fiona Apple Lyrics
«Every Single Night»
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
No, 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, get back
‘Cause my breast’s gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk
And I just made a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night’s a fight with my brain
I just wanna feel everything
I just wanna feel everything
I just wanna 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 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 every single
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Частью пластинки стали десять композиций, равные десяти ступеням образования индивида и его души в преддверии Эпохи Володея.
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«Every Single Night» lyrics
Fiona Apple Lyrics
«Every Single Night»
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
No, 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, get back
‘Cause my breast’s gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk
And I just made a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night’s a fight with my brain
I just wanna feel everything
I just wanna feel everything
I just wanna 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 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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New music: Fiona Apple – Every Single Night
«Right, what we need is a giant squid, hundreds of snails, a man in his pants wearing a goat’s head mask and a brain in a handbag,» we imagine the director demanded to some poor runner once this video was commissioned. «Also, the giant squid will need to be hollowed out so we can plonk it on Fiona Apple’s head.»
There’s an amazing scene right at the beginning of the video for Every Single Night, the first single to be taken from Apple’s fourth album, called – wait for it – The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do, in which our star sits disgruntled as the squid’s tentacles are put into place on her face.
It’s amusing because, well, she has a squid on her head, but also because Apple isn’t known for her humour or patience with directors. She famously fell out with Mark Romanek over her Criminal video, claiming she felt coerced into doing things she wasn’t sure about.
So, you’d expect her to have had some reservations about Every Single Night, yet most of it seems to have been her idea. «I told [director] Joey [Cahill] just to come up with a bunch of things and do things to me and put me in situations and surprise me. One thing I wanted to have happen was to be covered in snails,» she told Pitchfork recently. But it works well with a song that’s just as unsettling and off-putting.
Over a musical backdrop of chimes, feedback and bursts of percussion, the song at times teeters on the brink of exploding with emotion («I just want to feel everything», Apple sings), but the restraint gives it power. In fact, it’s so good you ignore the squid and just focus on the anguish.
The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do is out on 18 June.
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