Music N°2
No matter what you read about Fiona Apple’s album released earlier this year, it was always euphoric. We can only agree with that and have already voted it the soundtrack of the week. A great restless album, brutal and beautiful. This music fits perfectly to this newsletter, because it carries this nonconformity in itself. No song comes along without a bit of scrubbing or rhythmic breaks. „A strange, exceptional record,“ the Guardian wrote.
We don’t want to try to add anything to the numerous praise hymns here and leave it to you to familiarize yourself with a few hand-picked lyrics.
— Under The Table —
I’d like to buy you a pair of pillow-soled hiking boots
To help you with your climb
Or rather, to help the bodies that you step over, along your route
So they won’t hurt like mine
Kick me under the table all you want
I won’t shut up
— Cosmonauts —
You and I will be like a couple of cosmonauts
Except with way more gravity than when we started off
— Newspaper —
Oh, I too, used to want him to be proud of me
And then I just wanted him to make amends
I wonder what lies he’s told you about me
To make sure that we’ll never be friends
— Fetch the Bolt Cutters —
I grew up in the shoes they told me I could fill
Shoes that were not made for running up that hill
And I need to run up that hill, I need to run up that hill
I will, I will, I will, I will, I will