Fiona Apple Quotes

My problem was that I felt ashamed of feeling sad or angry. Now, I don't hide my vulnerability in my lyrics. There's no way I was going to get raped and not get something out of it. I learned about power and hope and forgiveness. I like who I am now and I wouldn't be who I am if that hadn't happened.

"Hot Knife"

If I'm butter, if I'm butter,
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope screen
Showing the dancing bird of paradise.

If I'm butter, if I'm butter,
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope screen
Showing the dancing bird of paradise.

He excites me
Must be like a genesis of rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I'm with him

If I'm butter, if I'm butter,
If I’m butter, then he's a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope screen
Showing the dancing bird of paradise.

I'm a hot knife, I'm a hot knife,
I'm a hot knife, he's a pat of butter.
If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that
He's never gonna need another, never need another.

If I'm butter, if I'm butter (I'm a hot knife, I'm a hot knife)
If I’m butter, then he's a hot knife (I'm a hot knife, he's a pat of butter)
He makes my heart a cinemascope screen (If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that)
Showing the dancing bird of paradise (He's never gonna need another, never need another)

If I'm butter, if I'm butter (I'm a hot knife, I'm a hot knife)
If I’m butter, then he's a hot knife (I'm a hot knife, he's a pat of butter)
He makes my heart a cinemascope screen (If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that)
Showing the dancing bird of paradise (He's never gonna need another, never need another)

He excites me
Must be like the genesis of rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I'm with him.

If I'm butter, if I'm butter (I'm a hot knife, I'm a hot knife)
If I’m butter, then he's a hot knife (I'm a hot knife, he's a pat of butter)
He makes my heart a cinemascope screen (If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that)
Showing the dancing bird of paradise (He's never gonna need another, never need another)

If I'm butter, if I'm butter (I'm a hot knife, I'm a hot knife)
If I’m butter, then he's a hot knife (I'm a hot knife, he's a pat of butter)
He makes my heart a cinemascope screen (If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that)
Showing the dancing bird of paradise (He's

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.

It shouldn’t be like this but I think it’s feeling recognised and appreciated and not being trashed or misunderstood. I feel proud of myself – I’m taking care of myself, I’m taking care of my career and I’m managing things well. I know more than anybody how hard this stuff is for me. There’s been a lot of anxiety and seriously feeling like I cannot do this job but then a lot of outright joy and relief that I actually did put out the album. Something I think about is: if it hadn’t been well received, it would have been the same album, and would I still have felt joy and freedom and satisfaction? I don’t know that I would, and that troubles me. I’m happy that I feel respected in a way that I wasn’t before but it also messes with your idea of yourself.

Go with yourself.

And I could liken you to a lot of things
But I always come around
'Cause in the end I'm a sensible girl
I know the fiction of the fix

I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes,
And
I certainly haven't been spreading myself around.
I still only travel by foot, and by foot it's a slow climb.
But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so
I can't stop changing all the time.

Oh, it's evil babe
The way you let your grace enrapture me,
When well you know I'd be insane
To ever let that dirty game recapture me. You made me a shadowboxer, baby.
I wanna be ready for what you do.
I been swinging all around me
'Cause I don't know when you're gonna make your move.

I'm a tulip in a cup. I stand no chance of growing up.

My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights
I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes

When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks Like a King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He'll Win the Whole Thing 'Fore He Enters the Ring There's No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights and If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won't Matter, Cuz You'll Know That You're Right

I only write when I'm angry or sad, so because that's when I just have to write... If I'm having a good time and I'm happy and things are going really well, why would I want to stop what I'm doing to go and write at the piano?

So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on.
And I'll keep kicking the crap till it's gone.
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle.
And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be able to move on.

I may be soft in your palm,
But I'll soon grow hungry for a fight, and I will not let you win.
My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will disprove your faith in man.
So if you catch me trying to find my way into your heart from under your skin, Fast as you can, baby
Scratch me out, free yourself.

The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.