Monday, July 06, 2009

Like a Hundred Billion Hotdogs


I lie in an early bed, thinking late thoughts
Waiting for the black to replace my blue
I do not struggle in your web because it was my aim to get caught
But daddy longlegs, I feel that I'm finally growing weary
Of waiting to be consumed by you

Give me the first taste, let it begin heaven cannot wait
Forever
Darling, just start the chase - Ill let you win but you must
Make the endeavor

Oh, your love give me a heart contusion
Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red
Your hungry flirt borders intrusion
Im building memories on things we have not said
Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly my love, not nearly my love, not
Nearly

Give me the first taste, let it begin heaven cannot wait
Forever
Darling, just start the chase - Ill let you win, but you must
Make the endeavor

- The First Taste, Tidal, Fiona Apple


Generally don't discuss my taste in music (old blog entries with angst-filled NIN lyrics don't count) because those discussions always end badly and seems to serve no function other than to bolster my sense of un-awesomness.

But this song has been in my head for days, and it makes me feel all kinds of awesome.

And I say that using the original version of the word 'awesome'. I will never be able to use this word again without thinking about Eddie Izzard gasping at the sight of a hotdog.


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