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Those boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they've dried to dust
But it isn't the red we painted,
It's... just... rust
And that signature thing that used to bring the following
I have trouble now, even remembering
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it
I knew that to keep in touch would do me deep in dutch
'Cause it isn't the rush of remembering, it's just mush
And that signature thing is only growing harrowing
I should have no trouble now to keep from following
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it
Those boon times went bust
my feet of clay, they dried to dust
the red isn’t the red we painted
It's... just... rust
That signature thing that used to bring a following
I have trouble now, even remembering
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it
My feet of clay, they've dried to dust
But it isn't the red we painted,
It's... just... rust
And that signature thing that used to bring the following
I have trouble now, even remembering
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it
I knew that to keep in touch would do me deep in dutch
'Cause it isn't the rush of remembering, it's just mush
And that signature thing is only growing harrowing
I should have no trouble now to keep from following
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it
Those boon times went bust
my feet of clay, they dried to dust
the red isn’t the red we painted
It's... just... rust
That signature thing that used to bring a following
I have trouble now, even remembering
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it
Lyrics submitted by sarcasticSmith
Track duration: 04:04
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In this song Fiona is writing about the song writing process itself. "The boom times that went bust" and the next line is Fiona saying that she's not inspired to write music at present. The "Red" turned to "Rust" is a reference to her older material having grown stale to herself and her listeners. That "signature thing" is her deeply introspective and melancholic vocal/piano pieces. Now she can't even remember what it was like to be so creative as she was in the past.
Kissing "him" is a reference to having a fit of inspiration to write and loving the feeling of self-expression and release of creative tensions. Being "sick in the head" is a reference to what inspires her to write music in the first place. She needs to be "bled dry" of all the bad memories and negativity floating around her disturbed brain by expressing herself through the writing of music. In essence, she's saying that she wants to take a break from the writing process but her head is too filled with her internal pains to keep it all bottled up. Music is her release.
"My feet of clay they dried to dust" is another way of saying that all the feelings she had for him once are now gone.
"The signature thing, that used to bring a following, I have trouble now even remembering" I think this is somewhat a sexual or romantic metaphor, that just means that she forgets what it feels like to be in love with this person.
"So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night, keep on letting him change all my plans" is saying that she's trying to remember what it feels like. She wishes she could fall in love with this person again but she just can't no matter how hard she tries.
"I'm either sick in the head, I need to be bled dry to quit, or I just really used to love him" means that she knows that she can't love him and it's making her go crazy trying to convince herself that she still has feelings for him.
I really like this song now. When I first heard it, I didn't find it to be that meaningful since the lyrics were engulfed by the music, and it seemed like it was just a silly, somewhat sarcastic ditty but once I heard this performance it changed my perspective completely. youtube.com/…
"boon times when puts"--well something "boon" is something boon is something to be grategul for or a benefit...either than or Fiona Apple once owned and domesticated a baboon.
And "dried bled to quit"---that's an old method of curing mentally ill people when they got tortured and shit before Dorothea Dix was like, "y0, dude, this shit is inhumane".
AND FINALLY!!!
"Feet of clay" means (from dictionary.com) a weakness or hidden flaw in the character of a greatly admired or respected person: He was disillusioned to find that even Lincoln had feet of clay.
BUT THEM DRYING TO DUST SHOWS HER GROWTH AS A PERSON AND AN ARTIST! YAAAAAAAAH!
This is kinda used ironically because the image of Fiona being this neurotic/emotional/confessional/honest woman would be her "feet of clay" yet it's given a lucrative career. She be like selling mad records, y0.
Obur nd oot.
i love this song
The red isn't the red we painted, it's just rust
I think it's about great love, but when you look back, it's not as wonderful as you thought it was that moment you 'painted'.