FIONA APPLE Not About Love cover by Lana Michelson

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 And it doesn t seem fair That your wicked words should work In holding me down No, it doesn t seem right To take information Given at close range For the gag And the bind And the ammunition round Conversation once colored by esteem Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood Took a vacation, my palate got clean Now I could taste your agenda While you re spitting