Aimee Mann Quotes

I'll tell you a secret I don't even know. Baby, there's something wrong with me
Baby, there's something wrong with me
Baby, there's something wrong with me
That I can't see.

When you're younger, a lot of your . . . art or music or whatever is more about just trying to look like you're an artist . . . trying to look like you're a certain thing or trying to . . . just . . . fit in. . . .

Older artists kind of don't care about that as much. . . . That's liberating and feels more like what true art should be about. . . .

When I first started writing songs, all I wanted to do was a write a song that sounded like another song so that it sounded like . . . . a legitimate thing. Not necessarily . . . a song that expresses anything I'm actually thinking . . . or feeling.

Here's what I'm mostly thinking or feeling in my early 20s: 'I-I hope I fit in.' . . . And that's not that interesting. . . . 'I hope people don't think I'm a fraud. . . . I want to be liked.' . . .
That seems kind of anti-art, really. . . .

Coming up close
Everything sounds like welcome home.
Come home and oh, by the way,
Don't you know that I could make a dream that's barely half-awake come true?
I wanted to say — but anything I could have said I felt somehow that you already knew.

When you’re a charmer people respond they can’t see the hidden agenda you got going on

That bastard making fun of me in front of all my peers
Those people think I own this town, you're stripping all my gears
Well guess what Mr. President, I'll be seeing you
In four years

Though on the campaign trail the papers paint me like a clown
Still all I see are crowds who want to fit me for a crown
I point out all my enemies just so my fans
Bring them down

Isn't anybody going to stop me?
I don't want this job
I don't want this job, my god
Can't you tell
I'm unwell

You try to pin me down but you don't really try that hard
I throw out any shit I want and no one trumps that card
So dazzled and distracted by your fantasy
Of Hildegard

Isn't anybody going to stop me?
I don't want this job
I don't want this job, my god
Can't you tell
I'm unwell

You ask about my plan but baby my plan is to win
I wind up all the tops and watch the others keep the spin
You handing me grenades is just compelling me
To pull the pin

Isn't anybody going to stop me?
I don't want this job
I can't do this job, my god
Can't you tell
I'm unwell

Everybody’s got their differences too bad here’s a circumstance in which the stakes are high everybody’s got their secrets out so sad go around the room and see who doesn’t cry Soon enough you’ll be free to write it off you don’t know enough to call a bluff and the one who does will never ever tell

In the dark, I like to read his mind But I'm frightened of the things I might find.

There's always something that's smoldering somewhere
I know it don't make a difference to you But oh! It sure made a difference to me You'll see me off in the distance, I hope At the other end At the other end of the telescope.

Tell me why I feel so bad, honey Fighting left me plenty of money But didn't keep the promise of memory lapses Like a building that's been slated for blasting I'm the proof that nothing is lasting Counting to eleven as it collapses

You can tell By the laugh in the dark at the sound of the bell You can tell It's the nucleus burning inside of the cell…

Oh, for the sake of momentum
I've allowed my fears to get larger than life.
And it's brought me to my current agendum
Whereupon I deny fulfillment has yet to arrive. And I know life is getting shorter,
I can't bring myself to set the scene.
Even when it's approaching torture,
I've got my routine.

Anybody who cares less about wanting to be cool, I think, is more interesting.

You're sure
There's a cure.
And you have finally found it.
You think
One drink
Will shrink you 'til you're underground
And living down.
But it's not going to stop.
It's not going to stop.
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up.

But I can't confront the doubts I have.
I can't admit that maybe the past was bad,
and so, for the sake of momentum
I'm condemning the future to death
so it can match the past.

I suppose I should be happy to be misread; better be that than some of the other things I have become.