Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Don't Go Running To Ya Mama... #onyourownintherealworld

I enjoy this CD, but this piece is absolutely timeless and pertinent on this day. So I will let Fiona Apple start off by being nice and calm before she absolutely rips this track apart...

Just in case you don't know who she is:

Sleep to Dream Lyrics

I tell you how I feel, but you don't care
I say "tell me the truth," but you don't dare
You say love is a hell you cannot bear
And I say gimme mine back and then go there, for all I care
I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
You're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body and this voice cannot be stifled
by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around
I got my own hell to raise
I have never been so insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool, but you just run to hide
And I can't abide
I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
You're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body and this voice cannot be stifled
By your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around
I got my own hell to raise
Don't make it a big deal
Don't be so sensitive
We're not playing a game anymore
You don't have to be so defensive
Don't you plead me your case
Don't bother to explain
Don't even show me your face
'Cuz it's a crying shame
Just go back to the rock
From under which you came
Take the sorrows you gave
And all the stakes you claim
And don't forget the blame
I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body and this voice cannot be stifled
By your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around
I got my own hell to raise
I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body and this voice cannot be stifled
By your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around
I got my own hell to raise


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