Cogs can think.

My day has just officially been made. For starters, I don’t have to work this evening. Secondly, and much more importantly, I just ordered Fiona Apple’s “new” album, “Extraordinary Machine”! Woohoo!

Why new between q. marks? Well– to cut a long story short: the album is already quite a few years old. Sony refused to release the album because it didn’t have a “marketable single”. This is the result of illegally downloading music, you bunch of thiefs: record companies, already greedy bastards, are now even more greedy because there’s less money to be greedy on. STOP THE ILLEGAL DOWNLOADING OF MUSIC. GET OFF OF YOUR WHITE SUBURBIAN ASSES AND GO THE THE FCUKING RECORD STORE. There, I’m all done.

Anyway, some songs leaked onto the web early this year, and were so heavily downloaded, that Sony made a handbrake turn, and on 4th October, the album was released in the US. So, STAY ON YOUR WHITE SUBURBIAN ASSES AND DOWNLOAD MUSIC THAT ISN’T RELEASED BY RECORD COMPANIES BECAUSE THEY ARE GREEDY BASTARDS. There, I’m again done.

To celebrate this joyous moment, here is a reprint of one of the songs of the lovely and mentally disturbed Fiona Apple (she was raped at age 12, she threatened to commit suicide before age ten, told friends she was gonna kill them, got put into a mental institution at age 11, and to complement this, developed a serious case of annorexia nervosa during puberty), Paper Bag:

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 it’s 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
Cuz I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz 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
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
Cuz I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

This song is so extraordinary because even though the lyrics are quite depressing and dark, she sings it with joy in her voice, and the music accompanying this sing also sounds very happy. It really sends chills down your spine.

a few more quotes from her songs:

You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run
Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun

I’m gonna fuck it up again
I’m gonna do another detour
Unpave my path

I wouldn’t know what to say to a gentle voice
It’d roll right past me

I may be soft in your palm but I’ll soon grow
hungry for a fight, and I will not let you win
My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will
disprove your faith in man

The following just slices right through your heart, knowing about her rape:

Is that why the call me a sullen girl- sullen girl
They don’t know I used to sail the tranquil sea
but he washed me shore and he took my pearl-
And left an empty shell of me

She just… Strikes a chord. I don’t like being all mushy and stuf, but she just does. She’s an extraordinary machine.

I’d marry her.