Fiona Apple Bot
fionaapplebot.bsky.social
Fiona Apple Bot
@fionaapplebot.bsky.social
A bot that posts Fiona Apple lyrics every hour. Addition of "Fetch the Bolt Cutters" currently in progress.
by @parsnip.bsky.social
I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way, and say
I've been getting along for long before you came into the play
November 12, 2025 at 6:37 AM
I fight him always and still
November 12, 2025 at 5:36 AM
I have too been playing with fifty-two cards
Just 'cause I play so far from my vest
Whatever I've got, I've got no reason to guard
November 12, 2025 at 4:37 AM
Oh, on the periphery
Oh, on the periphery
November 12, 2025 at 3:36 AM
My ills are articulate; my woes are granular
November 12, 2025 at 2:37 AM
You'll say you'll never give up seeing eye to eye
November 12, 2025 at 1:37 AM
I'm gonna do it on purpose
I'm gonna waste my time
'Cause I'm full as a tick
November 12, 2025 at 12:37 AM
Please forgive me for my distance
The pain is evident in my existence
November 11, 2025 at 11:36 PM
See myself something different
Though I try to talk sense to myself
But I just won't listen
November 11, 2025 at 10:37 PM
I couldn't get a clear view
And as he went on and on
It wasn't the outside world I could see
November 11, 2025 at 9:36 PM
Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
November 11, 2025 at 8:37 PM
I'll know, I'll know
And you can use my skin
To bury secrets in
And I will settle you down
November 11, 2025 at 7:38 PM
I'll soar the uneven winds
Complain and blame the sterile land
But if you're getting any bright ideas, quiet dear
I'm blooming within
November 11, 2025 at 6:37 PM
I've been a bad, bad girl
I've been careless with a delicate man
November 11, 2025 at 5:36 PM
Just mush
And that signature thing is only growing harrowing
November 11, 2025 at 4:37 PM
It was a filthy pane of glass
November 11, 2025 at 3:36 PM
Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly, my love
Not nearly, my love, not nearly
Give me the first taste
November 11, 2025 at 2:37 PM
I was on to every play
November 11, 2025 at 1:38 PM
Every single night I endure the flight
Of little wings of white flame butterflies in my brain
November 11, 2025 at 12:37 PM
I'm undecided about you again
November 11, 2025 at 11:35 AM
That your wicked words should work in holding me down
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information given at close range
November 11, 2025 at 10:37 AM
My fan was folded up and grazing my forehead
And I kept touching my neck to guide your eye to where I wanted you to
Kiss me when we find some time alone
November 11, 2025 at 9:35 AM
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
November 11, 2025 at 8:37 AM
And maybe if you tried it out
You won't like it when you're crying out
November 11, 2025 at 7:37 AM
And pry it open, hoping for an encore
November 11, 2025 at 6:37 AM