FIONA APPLE lyrics - Tidal

Pale September

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Pale September I wore the time Like a dress that year The autumn days Swung soft around me Like cotton on my skin But as the embers Of the summer Lost their breath And disappearred My heart went cold and Only hollow rhythms Resounded from within But then he rose Brilliant as the moon in full And sank in the Burrows of my keep And all my armour Falling down In a pile at my feet And my winter giving Way to warm As I'm singing him to sleep He goes along just As a water lily Gentle on the surface Of his thoughts His body floats Unweighed down by Passion or intensity Yet unaware of the Depth upon which he coasts And he finds a home in me For what misfortune sows He knows my touch will reap And all my armour Falling down In a pile at me feet And my winter giving Way to warm As I'm singing him to sleep All my armour Falling down In a pile at my feet And my winter giving Way to warm As I'm singing him to sleep

Grandma's Feather Bed

JOHN DENVER "Back Home Again"
(Connor) When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor, we used to go down to Grandma's house every month end or so. We'd have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread. But the best darn thing about Grandma's house was her great big feather bed. It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick. It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed. We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed. After supper we'd sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew. Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny'd sing a ballad or two. I'd sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head, next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning in the middle of the old feather bed. It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick. It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed. We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed. Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too. I been fishing with my uncle, I ras'led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, ew! But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said that I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma's feather bed. I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road... I'll have to reconsider 'bout the gal down the road: It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick. It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed. We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed. We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

The Mirror Waters

Gathering
Slowly... Flying silent Touching the wind as it sadly sings... for me. Aging on the outside With my youth in my empty hands Lost all that I was living for, live no longer Couldn't resist looking in her eyes I saw myself, tears were falling The seas of her eyes reflected my old age Youth grows old, like winter follows spring Faster... Falling kingdom Dancers on winter winds, they dance... for me Nature's ways Life can't always be controlled Controlled by fear Scared of months and years, fear no longer Time leaves its mark The years come but never go Masked is my face The mask of age will fall, hide no longer Couldn't resist looking in her eyes I saw myself, tears were falling The seas of her eyes reflected my old age Youth grows old, like winter follows spring

Last Straw

JACK'S MANNEQUIN
I heard that you went out last night And you looked beautiful just like a bat Beneath the moonlight I stayed home took a Vicodin... Sometimes it's all that I can do When I think about the president How did he become the president? And I stayed awake for a day or two I thought about the world Drank gin and watched the news And there are some things I'll never understand Why the country needs a God And a woman needs a man And you never write me letters And you never sent my sweaters So I could stay warm when I was without you Without you I don't sleep Just dream... And I scratch these words into a black notebook I wrote your name on top I knew you'd never look I tried my best to fight the atmosphere To think the happy thoughts That leave the phone lines clear I see Arizona stars from here But Peter Pan is miles away And you never write me letters And you never sent my sweaters So I could stay warm when I was without you Without you I don't have... A place that's safe from all the monsters That hide in my head and sing me to sleep (sleep) This is the last straw... This is the last straw she said And I won't wait for you forever While you run around like JFK You watched that poor girl Waste the best years of her life And I'll be damned if I am going out I will not go out that way! And you never write me letters And you never sent my sweaters So you could stay warm when I was gone Without you I don't have... A place that's safe from all the monsters That hide in my head and keep me 'til dawn And I think this is the last straw.

Where Hides Sleep

ALISON MOYET "Alf"
Where hides sleep is she watching me Don't desert me now Where hides sleep you're tormenting me Don't forsake me now Take hole of my soul and pull me into darkness Cover me over and styfle my anguish Where hides sleep she's avoiding me Don't evade me now Where hides sleep please don't torture me Don't forsake me now I open my lips to your warm ancient potion I would be still and devoid of emotion For I would be slumber that I could be rest Curl in warm embers of such peacefulness Caressed by oblivion and swallowed by dreams I want you to hold me and cover my eyes From the cold distant daylight Holds no surprise

An Ron (The Seal) / Ann An Caolas Od Odram (In The Narrow Of Od Odram)

JULIE FOWLIS "Gach Sgeul / Every Story"
[An ròn:] “Mise nighean Rìgh-fo-Thuinn Fuil nan rìghrean na mo chrè - Ged a chì sibh mi nam ròn Tha mi mòrail nam thìr fhèin. “Tìr-fo-Thuinn mo dhachaigh dhùint’ Innis dhùthchasach nan ròn; Caidlidh mi air leacan sàil’, Mi fhìn ’s mo bhàn-chuilean òg.” A Bhana-phrionns’ a’ chuain shiar, A bheil sgeul agad ri luaidh? Nach inns thu dhuinn mar a bha Mun do ghabh sibh tàmh sa chuan? “Chaidh na geasan a chur oirnn Rè ar beò-bhith le luchd-fuath, ’S ged a tha sinn snàmh nan caol ’S e nàdar daonnd’ tha dhuinn dual. “Aig tràth-marbh air oidhche fèill Tilgidh sinn ar bèin air tràigh, ’S cluichidh sinn nar n-òighean suairc’ A’ crathadh ar cuaillean bàn. “Ach a-nochd tha mi nam ròn Air an lic an còrs’ a’ chuain: ’S e mo nàdar bhith toirt gaol, ’S do chlann-daoine thug mi luaidh.” [Translation:] [The Seal:] "I am daughter of the King-under-Sea Royal blood flows in my veins - Though you see me as a seal I am noble in my own land. "Land-below-waves my prison home, Hereditary domain of the seal; I will sleep on a salt sea slab, Myself and my white-furred pup." O Princess of the western ocean Do you have a tale to weave? Will you tell us how it was Before you came to live at sea? "Spells were laid upon us During our human lives by foes - Though we now swim the straits Human nature is our heritage. "At the dead of feast-day night We cast our sealskins on the sand, Playing there as gentle maids Shaking our blonde tresses. "But tonight I am a seal On a rock beside the sea; It is my nature to give love, And mankind I hold dear." [Ann an Caolas Od Odrum:] Ann an Caolas Od Odrum far an coidleadh an ròn, is far nach cluinnte guth duin’ ach fuaim tuinne ’s glog geòidh Muime 'g altram a pàistean 's i gan tàladh gu ciùin, gu bheil tulgadh nan cuantan ga sìor luasgadh nan suain. Hion da hion do hion da odar da Hion da hion do hion da odar da Hì o dan dao, hì o dan dao, Hì o dan dao odar da, odar da Muime 'g altram a pàistean 's i gan tàladh gu ciùin, gu bheil tulgadh nan cuantan ga sìor luasgadh nan suain. An ròn rìoghail a' gusgail, 'n eala guileag ri thaobh, a' mhaighdeann-mhara ’s i bruadar anns an uaigneas air laoch. An ròn rìoghail a’ gusgail, ’n eala guileag ri thaobh, a’ mhaighdeann-mhara ’s i bruadar anns an uaigneas air laoch. Ann an Caolas Od Odrum far an coidleadh an ròn, is far nach cluinnte guth duine ach fuaim tuinne ’s glog geòidh. [Translation:] [In Caolas Od Odrum where the seals would sleep:] where a human voice was never heard, only the sound of the waves and the calling of geese A stepmother nurses her children, softly singing a lullaby the movement of the waves gently rocks them to sleep. Hion da hion do hion da odar da Hion da hion do hion da odar da Hì o dan dao, hì o dan dao, Hì o dan dao odar da, odar da. A stepmother nurses her children, softly singing a lullaby the movement of the waves gently rocks them to sleep. The noble seal is mewling, the swan singing beside him the mermaid dreams in solitude of a hero. The noble seal is mewling, the swan singing beside him the mermaid dreams in solitude of a hero. In Caolas Od Odrum where the seals would sleep where a human voice was never heard, only the sound of the waves and the calling of geese.

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