Sometimes I feel like if I knew how to really read music and thereby learn to write some too, that I would write a song. I tried my hand at some semblance of lyrics before. I keep singing someone else’s words as if I first thought them myself because I suppose that’s easier. When I make an attempt to rhyme, I sound as juvenile as I fear I sound in my head. How do those  songwriters—the chosen ones—do that anyway? It’s so much easier to combine color, texture, and materials than to juxtapose emotions against a melody.

// words I have learned from Fiona Apple songs//

This is completely true, btw.

Both of these used in “Better Version of Me”:

folderol, n. foolish nonsense

rubicon, n. point of no return

These three in “To Your Love”:

desideratum, n. something wanted or needed

derring-do, n. daring deeds, heroic daring

rigadoon, n. a lively dance, formerly popular, for one couple, characterized by a jumping step and usually in quick duple meter

She needs to come out with a new album, like, now.